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satoruxx · 3 months

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pairing: poly!sashisu x f!reader | 2k words summary: mentions of injuries, sashisu fluff, tiny bit of angst, pet names, shoko is literally wife, suguru is super touchy lol, satoru's a menace but he loves you, protective sashisu, extra protective satoru, shoko and satoru bicker for like half of this lol rheya’s note: offers you more of these three and runs away (sorry guys they literally won't leave my mind i swear they'd treat you so good)

one look at shoko’s frowning face and you’re already nervous, squirming in place as she leans in close to inspect your body. you have to take a deep breath—because while normally her close proximity makes you flush and stumble over words, this time you are anxiously silent.

because you can tell that she is anything but pleased. her eyes are narrow as they take in the wound on your stomach, lips pursed like she’s holding back a scolding.

which you know, you definitely deserve.

she scoots her stool closer to the examination table you’re sitting on, fingers coming up to undo the makeshift bandage you had tied around your torso in the midst of the mission.

you try to hold back your wince as she pulls away the fabric that sticks to your blood, but she catches it. she’s always been overly observant.

you shake your head at her when her gaze flickers up to assess your pain levels. “i’m fine.” you don’t mean for your voice to come out so hurried.

“looks like it.” her voice lacks the usual warmth, normally so sweet as she teases and dotes on you like you’re the only thing in her world. but this, this disappointment that she’s not good at hiding, has something in your chest tugging.

you think you might go crazy if she doesn’t smile at you in the next few minutes.

“oh c’mon,” you shrug, laughing carelessly because it’s not that bad. “it’s fine. besides i have a great doctor. i knew i’d be okay.”

shoko takes a deep breath, honey brown eyes boring into yours when she looks up again. “listen to me—” there is something odd about the way she’s speaking that has you sitting up a little straighter. “this is the one thing i hate doing for you.”

your mouth clamps shut, any trace of a smile gone.

“hell babe, i’d do anything for you,” she sighs, leaning closer to your face—so close you can see her dark lashes brush her cheeks when she blinks. “but i hate hearing that i have to come down here and heal you.”

the intensity of her gaze has you chewing on your lip again, an action that her eyes follow. but she doesn’t say anything else, leaning back to continue her work—though there is a freer air about her, like a pressure has been released.

you don’t say anything either, too focused on her and her pretty eyes and her warm hands and the way she loves you.

you hear the sliding door to the infirmary open, and immediately feel a familiar overwhelming presence worming its way into the room.

“you serious?” satoru’s voice goes high at the end of the question—barely concealed panic. “what the fuck happened?”

you hold back a grimace knowing that his focus is only trained on your wound. “it’s not as bad as it looks,” you offer weakly, but satoru is already in front of you, brows drawn tight in anger and something else.

“like hell,” he hisses, eyes darting between your face and body. “you almost died!”

“stop yelling at her.” suguru’s voice comes out exasperated as he enters, shooting satoru a weak glare—but you know him well enough to catch that he isn’t happy about this either. he takes a few steps until he’s directly in front of you, crouching next to shoko’s stool so that he’s in your line of sight. lavender eyes take you in, and you can see the the relief that seeps into them.

his palm comes up to gently hold your cheek. “okay baby?”

you’re nodding before he even finishes, doing your best to reassure because if there’s anything you hate it’s making him worry.

making them all worry.

suguru’s hand remains attached to your skin even as he turns to look at shoko. “how bad is it?”

shoko doesn’t look away, focusing on her hands as she sighs. ”it was deep. definitely could’ve been bad but…she’ll be fine.”

her eyes flicker up to yours, and you bite your lip nervously. you hear suguru inhale, fingers twitching against your cheek.

it is satoru who breaks the silence.

“what were you thinking?” he asks, low as he grits his teeth. there is a wild look in his eyes, cerulean glazed over with something you can’t quite place. the tone of his voice has shoko and suguru sharing a look, one that you don’t have the time to decipher because you’re too focused on the way satoru is clenching his fists.

your shoulders drop. “you’re mad.” it’s a statement, not a question, and you see the sharp look suguru sends satoru’s way.

“i’m not—” satoru inhales abruptly, interrupting his own words. “just—”

he stops speaking.

“he wants you to be more careful,” shoko fills the silence, still staring at your abdomen. “you can’t be careless like this.”

there’s a dip in her brows, one that matches the downward tilt of her lips. she doesn’t look at you, and you think you can feel the slight tremor of her hands as they press against your skin.

her expression has you unable to look away, feeling oh so cared for and protected under the warmth of her healing.

so you nod mutely, and almost cry in relief when you see the twitch of her lips as she finishes healing you. suguru chuckles under his breath, his empty hand lacing through your fingers and squeezing—a message that only you understand. “good,” he sighs, tilting his head fondly. “take care of yourself—at least for our sake, yeah sweetheart?”

shoko throws satoru a look even as he crosses his arms and glares at the wall, refusing to look at you. “that goes for you too, dummy!”

satoru’s head whips around to throw her an appalled glare. “i’m plenty careful!”

shoko wordlessly reaches out and tugs up his shirt, where you can see the faint remnants of a fresh battle scar. “didn’t i heal this for you not two days ago?” she rolls her eyes. “and the fact that you can heal it yourself is even worse.”

satoru pulls his shirt down and shoots her a glare that’s half a pout. “well maybe i wouldn’t be so bad at it if you were a better teacher!”

“like i’d spend my free time teaching you.”

“did you just wake up mean one day or were you born this way?”

“idiot. i told you—it’s fwoo, then hyoi!”

“what the hell does that mean, sho?!”

you watch the two bicker with a smile, and suguru looks down at you with a mirrored expression. “scared us a little there, baby.” he lowers his voice, palm sliding through your hair as he pushes a few strands back.

“didn’t mean to,” you grimace, leaning into his touch. “but it seriously wasn’t that bad.”

“i know,” he answers, eyes heavy with affection and fatigue and all the depth in the world. “we weren’t expecting it is all. we came back and nanami let us know what happened. satoru threw a fit y’know?”

you wince internally, knowing that it probably wasn’t very pleasant. “he did?”

“he’s an idiot but you should know he’s crazy about you, sweetheart.” suguru smothers an amused huff. “he stopped hearing anything after they said you were hurt.”

you don’t know what to say to that, but you don’t have to, because suguru’s smile widens like he understands. he always does.

“didn’t mean to make him worry,” you mumble, watching as shoko lazily punches at satoru’s gut, to which he dramatically groans even though he’s the one who had his infinity down for her.

“i know,” suguru grins, fingers brushing over your shoulder almost carefully. “he does too.”

you suppress a smile, feeling oddly grateful as you watch satoru whine and complain when shoko shoots sarcastic remarks at him.

something about all of this that makes you feel so blissfully comfortable.

“okay alright guys,” suguru finally sighs, shaking his head. there’s a tinge of amusement in his voice even as he shoots them an exasperated glare. “give it a rest.”

“she started it!” satoru says—indignant.

shoko huffs, rolling her eyes. “whatever.”

she turns back to you, gently cupping your cheek and rubbing her thumb over your bottom lip. “feeling okay, babe?”

“yeah,” you nod, feeling your skin warm under her touch. “feels a lot better.”

she stands up with a soft smile. “good. then you’re free to go.”

suguru exhales, his smile becoming a little more eased as he pushes your hair away from your neck. “that’s good. let’s go home then, yeah?”

you nod, starting to pull your shirt and uniform jacket back on. suguru steps away to give you room, standing next to shoko who nudges his shoulder affectionately.

“you know, i bet you do things recklessly just so that shoko can heal you,” suguru says to you—a teasing glint in his eyes.

you look up and grin, dramatically covering your mouth. “don’t expose me like that! i’ve been getting her attention like this for years!”

suguru laughs even as shoko shakes her head in amusement. “silly girl. you’re crazy.”

“you can’t blame me,” you shrug playfully, buttoning up your shirt. “it’s your fault for being such a good doctor.”

suguru squeezes shoko’s fingers in agreement, no doubt still lingering with the warmth of her technique. she laughs to herself, rolling her eyes fondly as she watches you finish getting dressed. “you should take a nice bath, babe.” she grins at you. “i can help you if the injury’s still a little sore.”

you nod and suguru smiles, slinging an arm around shoko’s shoulders. “good. then we’ll go back to the dorm and get it ready, yeah?”

you smile at them gratefully, no words needed, and they return the expression before heading out.

the echoing of the door sliding shut pierces the silence between you and the strongest. satoru is staring at the tiled floor like he’s about to kill it, shoulders drawn tight with tension.

you sigh, looking up at him almost meekly—so unlike your usual interactions. “you still angry at me, toru?”

you see the effort with which he exhales, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes just barely concealed by dark frames. he turns to take two full steps towards you, until he towers over your sitting form—and while most people would find it intimidating, you have always found satoru’s overwhelming presence to be a comfort.

his fingers reach up to push a strand of your hair away, deliberately tucking it behind your ear before his hand rests against your jaw. “‘course not,” he answers, voice low. his thumb traces over your jawline. “just panicked.”

“sorry.” you turn to press your lips against his palm, and you see his features soften.

he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your temple, an uncharacteristic softness that only you are privy to see. “‘s okay.”

“but you know i can take care of myself, right?” you ask him, almost imploringly because you have never wanted to look weak in front of someone who is so strong. satoru grins, eyes glinting with what almost seems like pride as he ruffles your hair.

“duh,” he laughs, taking your hands to pull you off the examination table. once you’re standing he slings an arm around your shoulders and presses his nose to your temple. “i’d be stupid not to. you’re crazy strong, y’know?”

you try to hide your pleased smile, even though you know that being acknowledged by him—by all three of them—will forever be what keeps you going.

“well at least you know,” you grin, and satoru rolls his eyes, fingers coming up to poke at your side.

“don’t get cocky.”

“look who’s talking!” you retort and he shakes his head, amused. satoru’s grip tightens imperceptibly, and you think yours does too, something telling you that you’ll never be able to let him go.

“c’mon sweets, let’s go get you that bath now, yeah? sho and suguru are probably waiting.”

you hum, a gentle smile tugging at your lips when you hear his words. you wrap your arm around his waist, leaning into him as he walks you back to the dorm—walks you home.

because that’s what the three of them are to you—home.

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2btheanswertothequestion · 1 year

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(part 2 of November Paramedic; part 1 is here.)

Steve's honey-sweet eyes, gleaming with confidence, ask 'why don't you take a bite?'

His pink mouth, deliciously curved, wonders 'don't you want a taste?'

His dark chest hair, leading a mouthwatering path down his pants, says 'you know you want to'.

And Eddie does. He really does. He would, if Steve was actually here. Alas, all Eddie has is the calendar photo currently staring at him from where it's propped on Eddie's dresser, and he's not biting into it. It's the only one he's got, you see; he won't be ruining it with bite marks and drool due to his intrusive thoughts.

If he had a copy machine close at hand, though? If he could make as many pictures as he'd possibly want? Oho, watch out, Slobbertown!

It's been one week since Steve the sexy paramedic revealed himself to be a real person and not just a dude in a softcore porn calendar. One week since he Florence Nightingale'd Eddie before vanishing in a flurry of bloody gauze and blinking blue lights, leaving both Eddie and Gareth breathless.

(Though in Gareth's case, it was due to laughing so hard he choked on himself.)

The calendar doesn't do it for him anymore. Don't misunderstand – he still uses it when beating the meat. In fact, it has exclusively become his primary masturbatory aid, and it has served him especially well the past few days. The moment those 48 hours were over and Gareth left, Eddie chucked off his sweatpants and went to, well, Slobbertown. But it's not the same anymore. How could it be, when he knows the real Steve's hair smells like a meadow and his aftershave like lemon and spice? When he's felt the pressure of Steve's fingertips on his jaw? When he's seen the faint scar running down Steve's chin from his mouth? When he can still hear Steve's voice use his name, give him orders, call him 'sir'?

It's impossible. Fuck, just whenever Eddie closes his eyes Steve's face appears, as vividly as if it happened yesterday. Of course, that might have something to do with Eddie already having made himself oh so familiar with Steve's face, and chest, and hands, and… everything else, for the past two years. Jesus damn it, if he knew this was where he'd end up he never would've bought the calendar in the first place.

Groaning, he throws himself back on his bed; then he shouts as his head thumps into the wall. Typical. He rubs at the spot to soothe it. No bump, though it hurts like a bitch. Pain (and suspicion he just aggravated the previous head injury) aside, he's comfortable, thus he sprawls out and stares at the ceiling as planned.

He's been distracted. He knows that because literally everyone has been on his case about it. Gareth gives him smug smiles that have turned alarmingly calculated as the week has passed. Jeff and Marv, having been filled in by Gareth, are rather more amused in a benign way. His boss almost sent him home to recuperate after catching him staring into space for the third time. Uncle Wayne noticed something was off through the phone. And Max has been giving him weird looks.

Ah, little Max. The only person in the complex who doesn't steer clear of him. She doesn't actually know what went down – not completely. She knows he got injured, because she caught him and Gareth as they stumbled home while she was exiting her apartment to toss the trash. Her sharp eyes zeroed in on the plaster, and on Eddie's arm that was slung over Gareth's shoulders for support (at Gareth's insistence).

"You got in a fight?" she asked.

With a grin he'd exclaimed, "Battle? You know me better than that! Nay, I did my utmost to escape the violence... but the ruffian got to me regardless."

"Huh. You okay?"

Gareth had rolled his eyes. "He's fine. I mean, listen to him."

"Don't worry about me, Red." Eddie tapped his own head. "This ol' noggin is harder than it looks."

A corner of her mouth twisted up, though if it was in amusement he couldn't tell in the dim hallway. They ought to team up against the super; maybe their combined whining will have him finally fix that broken light bulb.

"Make sure you don't take aspirin or ibuprofen," she said. "It can-"

"Yeah, I know. Paramedic already told me."

"Good. Is our lesson still on?"

"Certainly, m'dear."

And then he'd tipped an imaginary hat, she snorted, and Gareth hauled his ass to bed.

He didn't see Max again until Sunday afternoon, when she came by for their aforementioned weekly guitar lesson. Parking themselves on each end of the couch, his acoustic in her lap, he'd made her play the 'homework' from the previous Sunday. It sounded pretty good. She honestly won't need his help soon – probably doesn't need it now. She understands basic theory and is diligent about practicing. He'd be fine with awarding her temporary custody of the guitar for a while. She insists on coming over, however, claiming she has to be perfect by the time of the next open mic down at Connie's Corner Coffee.

The reason she has to be perfect? Well. Eddie is pretty sure it's to impress her boy. She hasn't confirmed that it's for her boy, or even that she has one, but it totally is and she totally does. He knows this because 1. she becomes flustered and grumpy (grustered? Flumpy?) every time he brings it up, and 2. if she was learning to play for herself he'd be subjected to a lot more Pink Floyd and a lot less Curtis Mayfield.

It's cute, to be honest. Picking up an instrument for a boy you like? That's romantic as fuck. If he hadn't been the Lord of All Losers he would've serenaded tons of boys when he was younger. Hell, he'd do it now, if only there were anyone willing to listen. But he hasn't had as much as a date in ages, and none of his previous attempts at relationships ever reached the 'romantic gestures' stage.

Maybe he should ask Max to set him up with someone. Why not? She probably meets dozens of people every day, at the campus, at the skatepark, wherever else she hangs. If there's anyone who could sort out his disastrous love life, it's Max Mayfield. She's so put together, and she's not even 20 yet. She's got her own place (in a supremely shitty building, but still a place), she's got a man (reluctant as she is to admit it), and she is halfway through her math degree. A fucking math degree, for Christ's sake! Math majors are built for solving problems!

Maybe she could even calculate how many times he'd need to injure himself before he'd meet the one paramedic he wanted to kiss… him better.

It was around that point of his daydreaming that Max shot a hair tie at his forehead and demanded he stop zoning out and correct her hand placement.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing deeper than usual. "Have you been resting?"

"Yes. For the prescribed 48 hours, and then some. I'm fine."

She'd frowned, scrutinizing him with those pale blue eyes. He squared his shoulders and met her gaze like a man. Easier said than done, to be truthful. He likes Max – she's fun, easily the most kickass neighbor he's ever had – but she can be intense. And when she gets her stare on? She's downright creepy.

"I'd prefer to cancel over you fucking up your head more," she at last said, posture stiff and chin jutting. 'Don't lie to me,' is what she meant.

Eddie sighed. "Red… I'm fine. Seriously."

And he was. Physically speaking, at least. Mentally, he'd always been a little off. Part of the patented Munson charm, really.

She must've realized that, because she relaxed, her expression going from 'active bitch face' and back to 'resting'.

"All right. Sorry for being overbearing. It's just." She shrugged a shoulder, gripping the neck of the guitar as it started sliding off her crossed legs. "One of my closest friends is a medical professional. Another one is studying biology. They've been discussing human anatomy and… I guess they've gotten into my head."

Damn his friends for caring. How was he supposed to sell this image of a dark, dangerous, rocker dude if he was constantly misty-eyed from how sweet his buds were to him? He leaned forward to pat her knee.

"I appreciate the concern, unnecessary as it is. But!" He drew himself back and pointed in the air. "We're not postponing! Open mic is less than a month away – you only have so many days left before you'll be on that stage, in front of aaaaall those people… and your beau."

He's certain that if she hadn't still been sorta concerned about his health, she'd have smacked him.

That was Sunday afternoon. Now is Wednesday evening. He is still hung up on Thursday. He doesn't even know why. Yes, he was face-to-face with the hottest guy ever. Sure, that same guy has been the star of his most critically acclaimed fantasies. Indeed, he hasn't gotten laid in eons. Of course, he's pent-up with sexual frustration and yearning for another man's touch.

But still. He's not an animal or a sex-crazed teenager. He's smart enough to know that nothing good will come of this. It's not like he'll ever see Steve again. That'd be so unrealistic.

A knock on his front door reaches his ears. Eddie makes no effort to get up and answer it. He's not expecting anyone – whoever it is will have to return another day.

The knocking turns into a pounding, followed by yelling.

"Eddie! Let me in, asshole, I know you're there!"

Ugh. What does he want? Hasn't he heard of texting?

Eddie drags himself off the bed and toward the door. Yanking it open, he's met by Gareth's self-satisfied visage.

"Good evening," he says, heedless of Eddie’s glare. "I come hither with your solution."

"My solution?" Eddie mutters as he stalks to his couch to crumple into another heap.

Gareth follows him inside. "I have a plan to get your man!"

"What? Who? What?"

"Steve. November-paramedic," Gareth says, like it's obvious, which, what the actual fuck?

"He's not my man?"

"But he could be."

"Gareth, what the fuck-"

He moves to sit up, but Gareth's palm hits him square in the diaphragm and pushes him back down.

"No, listen: you are a terrible patient."

"I'm not-"

"Remember back in high school, when that asshole rear-ended us in the intersection at Hickory and 5th?"

Eddie grimaces. How could he forget? They'd stopped at a red light when a drunken motherfucker plowed into them, sending them careening into the T-junction. One car managed to break before hitting them; another veered only to crash into a fourth car. The result was, for them, whiplash injuries and, for the people who collided, bruises, sprains, and a dislocated joint. It had been the scariest moment of Eddie's life, and the neck pain had been excruciating. That wasted piece of shit was lucky no one died.

He says, "Yeah?"

"You were so snarky with that poor EMT."

"Okay, first off, I was a snot-nosed brat back then-"

"Dude, you were nineteen."

"-and she was rude to me first."

"She was following protocol!" Gareth shakes his head. "The point is that you never follow orders or instructions, not even when a doctor tells you to. But November-Steve? I've never seen you be so pliable."

"I-"

"And after, when I had to babysit you for two fucking days? I expected it to be difficult. But you were so busy sighing and yearning-" he says, ignoring Eddie's indignant sputtering, "-and replaying him tenderly caressing your face with his big, manly hands and holding your gaze with those big, manly eyes-"

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"-that you forgot to complain or be a contrarian about everything." Gareth smiles, sweet as cavities. "It was great. I'd like to recapture that. And if November-Steve is the one to bring it out of you, well!"

Eddie glowers at him. No, really! With the metaphorical thunder clouds swirling over his head and everything! His world has been shook. It is tilted off its axis, and it's his best friend's duty to mock him relentlessly for it. But this? Trying to encourage him? Give him hope? That's going too far.

Gareth notices. Of course he does; curse the heart on Eddie's sleeve. The sickly-sugary smugness evaporates off him, and he takes a seat on the dingy couch seat.

"Eddie," he says with a softness reserved for a select few individuals. "Seriously. You've been all moon-eyed for a week. You've been thinking about him. Really thinking."

Eddie balloons his cheeks and huffs out the air. "Well. If you spend two years jerking it to a guy-"

"Gross."

"-and then he suddenly appears before you, in the flesh? I've been fantasizing about it. He's a fantasy. And when it actually happens, that's…"

He trails off. Gareth knocks their shoulders together.

"He seemed nice."

Eddie scoffs. "I spoke to him for fifteen minutes. Tops."

"Fifteen nice minutes. You haven't dated in ages. Maybe this is a sign?"

Chuckling, Eddie slumps his head onto Gareth's shoulder. They're the wrong heights for it, so it's awkward and strenuous on the neck. He remains.

"You're just looking for another opportunity to embarrass me," he says.

"Embarrass you and improve your life. Like only true friends strive to do."

Eddie hums. "So what's your fucking plan?"

Gareth shifts, turning toward Eddie, but doesn't say anything yet. Glancing up, Eddie is met by a zoomed-in, upside-down view of Gareth's pointy grin, his canines gleaming.

"The university!"

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Part 3

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fairlyang · 4 months

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Thigh riding 🕷️

you are peer pressured to somehow help Miguel from the hell of a week he's had

w/c: 5.5K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, no use of y/n, lil plot, angy Miguel, going in with no plan, pestering, lots of tension, giving in, making out, thigh riding, jerking him off, tasting each other, cum

notes: the beginning of this I reused for “prank” but that was an og idea I abandoned then did end up using 💀

Miguel had been stressed, annoyed, and overworked for the past week and a half. No one even dared to go into his office or bothered to start up a conversation if they saw him walk the hallways of HQ. Not even Jess.

But that didn't stop Gwen from plotting something, because "why not."

"He will literally kill anything that comes within a 100 feet radius of him-" Miles says making me scoff.

"1000." I mutter shaking my head.

"Okay but we need to help him out somehow-" Gwen starts to say and I widen my eyes.

"Gwen, he will literally kill someone on instant impact-"

"Don't exaggerate-" she starts to say and I cut her off grabbing the ends of my mask and take it off for dramatic effect.

"I saw a glimpse of both veins yesterday." I say and shiver in exaggerated horror. "From afar."

They both turn to look at me with widened eyes. "Neck and forehead?" Miles asks with his mouth agape.

I nod and scoff, "So if you want a death wish....."

"I just feel bad-" she says and sighs. "There must be some way we can distract or help him?"

"I mean I feel bad too, it's not a nice thing to see... but what can we do?" I say and sigh.

Helping him or even bothering up to talk to him would be like talking to a concrete wall. Impossible and won't do anything.

"Maybe take him to one of those rooms where you hit garbage with a bat." Miles says and shrugs.

"A rage room? You suggest we take our boss to a rage room?" I ask and laugh. "Then he'd just get offended we think he has anger issues."

"Think?" I hear a familiar British voice speak and look up seeing Hobie walk towards our table.

I snicker then bite my lip. I'll shut up, Miguel could appear out of thin air. "Tell Gwen that we shouldn't be messing with the devil reincarnate."

"She and Miles shouldn't. Hell I definitely shouldn't..... but....." he trails on as he sits next to me and I groan.

"Do not even-"

"Perfect so you know where I'm going with this. Have fun-"

"Absolutely fucking not-"

"But why-"

"I don't wanna die!!"

"No, you won't-"

"He doesn't even have spidey senses and he's somehow just gonna sense the air being different before I even walk in-"

"Calm down-"

"He's fucking built different Hobie I'd be a goner-"

"Calm the fuck down!"

"Do you want me dead?!?" I hiss and he chuckles shaking his head at me and sits across from me.

"What don't you get- listen... he might dislike the rest of us. A lot.. but you're different-"

"Don't say that-“

"It's true and you know it!" He exclaims laughing at my reaction and I bite my lip looking down. There's no way....

I sigh and take a deep breath. Oh god.

"How the fuck do I change his mood though? I can't be too chirpy or pester him. Both are things I'm an expert in but won't help- it'll make shit more fucked-" I whine and groan.

"You can figure it out. You of all people can figure something out...." Miles cuts in and I roll my eyes.

"Come on arañita-" he teases and i scoff. (little spider)

"Oh fuck off-"

"See you're the only one that is even worthy of a nickname by the devil." Hobie teases with a smirk and I scoff.

Fuck-

"I never-" I freeze, eye widened. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

All three turn to look at me and give me a look. I purse my lips and close my eyes. I’m the only one worthy of a nickname? Really? just me- Did it really have to be me? I mean he does tolerate me. My presence. On a regular basis.... barely...

Shit.

I sigh and look back at them. "FINE." I mutter and stand up.

Gwen lets out a sigh and Miles covers his mouth not wanting to laugh. I glare at him and he lets out a snicker. "Miles Morales-"

"My bad!!" He says and covers his mouth again.

"If you don't hear from me within the next two hours, I'm as good as dead. Hobie you can keep my dog." I say semi jokingly and he nods giving me a thumbs up.

I roll my eyes at him and turn to Gwen, "You owe me one."

She waves me off letting out a laugh and I sigh. "Good luck." Miles says and fake salutes me.

I walk away from the table and instantly hear them snickering. Couldn't even wait for me to be gone-

What did I get myself into?

I let out a deep breath as I walk out of the cafeteria. I'm done for.

I walk the halls of HQ and head over to Miguel's office. i couldn't help but think. I guess it was kind of true? I bugged him but he never got like really mad? It's like he almost didn't mind my company? He's never kicked me out... what did that mean though?

Now the thing about Miguel is he's a very sarcastic, sometimes cold, very angry man. I somehow ended up kind of befriending him by calling him out on shit early on when I was recruited and he hates when I do it but somewhat respects I have the guts to do it at all. I play around with him a lot and at first it bugged him, a lot but then he started doing it back and that's the dynamic we have going.

Now this didn't make me an exception from when he gets pissed like he is now. At least that's what I was thinking..... but after seeing and hearing what Hobie was saying, I was conflicted. But why wouldn't he get mad at me? Because I was barely able to befriend him? I wasn't even close to the level of friendship he has with Jess and even she hasn't dared to talk to him.... or even Peter's friendship with him, and he's been with him through his ups and downs. So it wouldn't make any sense...

I shake off my thoughts and take a deep breath standing outside his door. I peep through one of the windows and he's looking at his screens. So he definitely hasn't heard me... yet.

I open the door as quietly and slowly as I can only to be met with his frustrated grunts at the screens in front of him. I quietly close the door and lean against the wall. He's swiping along muttering swears in English and Spanish making my eyes go wide.

I'm fucking done for. I didn't even come in with a fucking shed of an idea of how to distract him or cheer his ass up. I'm done. Me va gritar, me va chingar, y ni me va hacer caso- (he's gonna scream at me, beat my ass and he's not even gonna pay attention to me-)

Then he turns around to look me right in the eye, making me jump, and snarls, "You're breathing loud arañita, que quieres?" (what do you want?)

"You have some balls to come in here." He mutters before quickly turning back and mumbles, "Chingdada madre-" (mother fucker)

I cover my mouth to hide my nervous laughter and shake my head. I'm fucking breathing loud??? I knew this would happen-

"Be nice Miguelito, I just came to... check up on you.." I say and walk up to him slowly. I felt a bubble of nervousness form in my stomach and my hands were getting sweaty under my suit. This was gonna be bad...

He turns back around to me pressing a button on his watch making his mask disappear, showing me his distressed face and scoffs. "Check up on me? Oh so now I need hawk eyes all over me at all times?"

I gulp and stop just a few feet away from his platform. What the fuck do I even say???

"Do I look like I need checking up on?!?" He says and slams a hand on the desk making papers fly off and a pen roll off to the floor.

My eyes shift from his eyes to the floor to his neck. Oh god the veins... It's only the one on his neck- I'll try to keep it that way...

"Well...." I trail on and take a step up to his platform but still not within range to touch him or vice versa.

He completely turns to look at me and places a hand on his hip with a look on his face. What was it? Curiosity? Annoyance? Anger? I couldn't tell.

"Listen..." I start and put my hands up in defense, "we were starting to get worried-"

"We?"

"Yes. We. A handful of us..." I say and take another step forward and now having to look up at him but still not within reach. Oh fuck.

"And I think you've been in here too long... necesitas relajarte o distraerte." I say softly and put my hands down slowly. (you need to relax or distract yourself)

"Quieres que me relaje? Distráeme?" He asked unamused with a cocked eyebrow. (you want me to relax? To distract myself)

I simply nod and hold my breath.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"And how do you propose I do that?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me and I bite my lip.

That's such a good question....

"hmm... well I actually didn't really have an idea....." I trail on, scratching the back of my neck and he scoffs.

"So you came in here-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Now listen-"

"No, you listen-"

"Miguel-"

"You came here-"

"Yes-"

"With no idea-"

"Well Gwen was getting worri-"

"Gwen-"

"Well me too I guess but-"

"Oh so you were too-"

"Cállate-" (shut up)

"Escúchame arañita-" (listen to me little spider)

"And it's not that I didn't have a plan-"

"Really because it sure sounds-"

"I just didn't think-"

"You never do-"

"Cabron-" (asshole/bitch)

"Latosa." He snarls and I scoff. (annoying ass)

"Mendigo-" I blurt out and cross my arms against my chest. Then it hits me. (asshole but more aggressive maybe bastard fits)

Fuck.

He walks towards me giving me a glare and I freeze. This is it. I've lived a decent life- I got to enjoy my spider powers for as long as I could, helped a ton of people. But this is it-

He steps in front of me and I bite my lip looking at his chest too fucking petrified to look him in the eye. I bring my arms down to my sides and widen my eyes. Oh god why did he have to be so fucking intimidating.

He unfortunately gets rid of my thoughts and takes care of my lack of eye contact by lifting my chin up with two fingers. I gulp and stare into his eyes.

Amusement. Shock.

Then I look down at his lips. A smirk?

Huh?

"Repeat what you said." He demands and I stifle a laugh.

He was enjoying this? Maybe all he needed was a little pestering? Shockingly enough- could he have missed me- nah.... that's a stretch.

I look directly into his eyes and cross my arms against my chest. "Men-di-go." I say slowly making sure to annunciate every syllable exaggeratedly. I purse my lips and widen my eyes slightly.

I'm playing with fire. No- worse- a fucking ticking time bomb.

He raises an eyebrow with a shocked expression and I have the urge to burst out laughing but I don't want to make this any worse. Then in a swift movement his hand is gripping my jaw and my breath hitches in my throat. He tilts his head and leans down so I can't look at anything besides his eyes.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

He narrows his eyes down and I'm on the verge of breaking. I bite my lip, my heartbeat quickens, my cheeks grow red. His stare was intense. Neither of us looking away.

His grip was then softer, for a split second before he takes another step forward making me yelp as my lower back hit one of his desks.

His body towered over mine and his hands were then gripping the desk behind me, or on each side of my body so I had nowhere to go. I was trapped but it didn't feel intimidating. He didn't look like he was going to pounce. I let my hands stay on my sides and I couldn't move. I felt like I was frozen.

What the fuck was this?

My breathing was a bit unsteady and I couldn't do anything. Why'd I feel like I was in a trance?

My mind then took an unexpected turn from being nervous to intrigued. Excited. And I couldn't help but take a close notice of his features. His pretty crimson eyes. His high cheekbones. His thick eyebrows. His full lips. His big nose- we all know what they say about big noses-

No—

I then feel an oh so familiar feeling appear in my stomach and I gulp. Oh fuck.

My eyes slowly made their way down and really took in everything. I've never been so close to this man... ever... I was able to see everything-

His chiseled jawline that genuinely looked like it was sculpted by gods. Then I realized how much bigger and taller he was than me. He was huge. His broad shoulders. His toned chest. Muscular arms. Those biceps the size of my head. Which were all shown absolutely perfectly by his skintight suit.

Well every inch of him was shown to perfection, accentuating every curve, line, inch of his practically Greek god physique.

I then thought of escaping, my thoughts were going some place they've never been towards him, my breathing was unsteady, but then I felt his hands moving down to my waist making me take a deep breath in. What the fuck??? Que está tramando??? (what is he plotting???)

Suddenly as if a light switched in my brain I realized what I had to offer to relax or distract him.... I felt my cheeks get hot and I shift a tiny bit. Was I really going to-

I slowly looked back up at his eyes and he was already staring at me. He leans down a tiny bit, I could feel him breathing on my nose... I bite my lip and try to calm myself down. There's no way he's thinking the same I am.... Right?

His eyes had darkened and they looked glossy. The look in his eye- it was impossible to miss... oh my god-

I breathe out and slowly move my hand from my sides to go up to his chest. I prayed I wasn't reading shit incorrectly and leave my hands there gently. He didn't stop me. He didn't even flinch. Oh wow....

I didn't know where to go from here- I noticed his heartbeat going all over the place as well. Was he just as nervous as me? Just as excited?

Maybe he's had pent up arousal?

But do I help him?

He leans down a tiny bit more and our lips are now millimeters apart. His grip on my waist was firm and his body was against mine. I could now see the lust in his eyes and I have a feeling he sees it in mine. I was appalled. We've never, ever done anything like this. It didn't exactly feel wrong but it was odd? Different. Confusing. But felt right?

I slowly reach up to wrap my arms behind his neck and look into his eyes then down at his lips. They were right there.

He then clears his throat and I look back up into his eyes. "Creo que ya se como me puedo distraer." He whispers softly, his breath lightly hitting my lips, and I feel myself almost melt. (I think I know how I can distract myself)

So he was thinking the same as me.....

I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak and he takes that as his green light. I close my eyes and I feel the softness of his lips on mine. Instant sparks running through my body as I slowly kiss him back. I didn't think I would feel this way- hell I didn't think I'd ever kiss Miguel of all people... but it felt so good and natural...

I felt the flush of my cheeks grow warmer as I felt one of his hands going down to my hips and the other softly wrapped around my neck, and deepening the kiss at the same time.

I move my hands up to play with the ends of his curls and lightly tug on them making him let out a moan. I then slide my tongue into his mouth exploring every crevice as I feel his hands snake down and grope my ass, making a combination of a moan and groan leave my throat.

I feel him smirk before shoving his tongue in my mouth and I melt into his arms. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the desk and stands in between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and bring him closer to me which makes him change the pace of the kiss, more passion, hunger, neediness.

I moan into his mouth and he pulls away making me whimper but his lips went down leaving wet kisses on my jaw, then moving down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side giving him more room as he licks a spot then sucking on it roughly making me gasp and grip onto his hair.

He groans against my skin and I feel my eyes fluttering as I feel heat go deep into my core. I was breathing heavily and the way I felt his hand go down to squeeze my thigh, definitely wasn't helping. His other hand was playing with my long hair as he left more love bites on my neck. By this time I felt like my neck was invaded with red marks, he would suck then lick it softly to ease the slight pain and repeat.

His hands were suddenly rougher on me, his hand on my thighs now nearing my inner thigh, trailing up and down, teasing me. He was now tugging on my hair making me head go back and he kissed up my throat sending shivers all throughout my body.

He pecks my lips softly then bites my bottom lip lightly. I cup his cheek and he suddenly picks me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist as he sits us down on the chair he has in his office.

I was sitting on his lap so I leaned down to kiss his neck making my way to his ear and nibble on it. I felt his breathing get harder and a groan leave his lips. I grind myself slowly onto him, I almost stopped when I felt him- he was so fucking hard...

I positioned myself properly and moved to grind directly on his bulge as I went down to kiss down his neck wanting to leave some marks on him. I found a spot and sucked on it harshly before licking it and moving my head towards his throat and kiss up it. I felt a groan against my mouth and I couldn't help but moan.

Why was that so hot?

I felt my wetness moving around between my thighs, I was possibly leaking through my suit- how the hell would that even be possible?

"Así- mm así mami-" he moans out and I move my hips a bit faster. I felt my eyes flutter and I felt like I could pass out already but I knew I had to stay in the moment. (Just like that)

I felt his hands grip on my hips helping me grind against him while my hands were behind his neck trying to steady myself. I moaned against his throat and I felt his hips buck up making his bulge directly rub against my clit. Fuck. "S-shit-" I murmur and feel my eyes closing.

"Would you get mad if I ripped your suit open?" He suddenly asks and I stop. I widen my eyes and I just look at him.

"A-Are you insane-"

"I could have Lyla make you a new one right now-"

"Don't call her now!!"

"I'm just saying-"

I then close my mouth and shake my head slowly. He motions for me to stand up and I get off his lap and stand in front of him with furrowed brows. He gets on his knees then in just a few seconds his hands go to my thighs as he rips the fabric of my suit, between my legs to be more specific. Now I just had a big hole between my thighs. "You owe me a new and improved suit by tomorrow." I mutter and he just chuckled and grabbed the back of my thighs.

He left small kisses on my inner thigh and I felt my legs shake. God how did he have this much of an affect on me-

I then suddenly feel cold and I look down and gasp at the sight. He used his fangs to rip my panties.

My mouth was wide open as he looks up at me with a smirk, my little blue thong between his fingertips. "Oh you sick f-" I start but then he spreads my legs apart and blows a small puff of air against my slit making me quiver.

I whine and he laughs. "Que decías nena?" He teases making me try to squeeze my thighs but he had a strong grip on them. That petname- (what were you saying baby girl?)

From his lips- madre mía- (oh my god-)

"S-sick fuck." I mutter and he smirks.

"Now I still want you riding my thigh... but I need to taste you." He growls and as soon as he finishes his sentence he licks a long strip on my already soaked pussy.

I moan and indistinctly move my hands down to his hair. He licks it softly at first until he went up to my swollen clit and kissed it, licked it then sucked on it harshly like a man that hasn't had dinner for weeks. He definitely was a starved man.

"M-Mig-" I moan out and buck my hips towards his face. He groans against my pussy and his hands grip the back of my thighs harder.

I move my hips back and forth and he continues eating out my pussy. His hands moved to smack my ass for a second and then up to my hips helping me grind against his mouth. "So good Miguel-" I murmur breathless.

He pulls away making me whimper until he brings a finger up to rub my swollen nub and I let out a moan. "Estas más deliciosa de lo que me imaginé arañita." He purrs looking right into my eyes. (you're more delicious than what I had imagined)

I whimper and close my eyes. This is really happening.... Miguel O'Hara is between my legs- I just felt his tongue on my pussy... he is on his fucking knees looking up at me- All it took to distract him was some pussy?

I come back to reality when I no longer feel his touch. I open my eyes to see he's stood back up. I look up at him as he back up to sit back up on the chair. Oh....

With one finger he motions for me to sit on his lap and I don't hesitate to walk back to him and place myself on his lap again. He shifts in the chair to have his left thigh directly on most of the chair then grabs my hips and make me lift one leg over his.

He brings my hips down my pussy now making contact with his suit. I gasp at the new texture and put my hands against his shoulders slowly moving. "Good girl." He purrs and his hands on my hips helping me move making it easier for me.

"I- but y-your suit-" I stammer and try to stop but his hands make me continue moving.

"It's fine." He whispers and presses on his watch and I watch as the lower half of his body is soon exposed as the pixels of his suit disintegrate.

My pussy was now directly on his toned thigh and it felt so good. My eyes begin fluttering again as I move my hips rubbing myself against his now soaked thigh. I then open them again and instantly take notice he's completely bare.

My breath hitched at my throat when I looked at his thick cock that was already throbbing and leaking with precum. I widen my eyes and gulp. There was no fucking way he'd fit... as if he read my mind he chuckles and lifts my chin up to look at him then holds my hands. "We don't have to go all the way- if anything I think seeing you cum will do it for me." He says and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together and he groans. I bite my lip and roll my hips back and forth again, my hands going back to his shoulders to steady myself. He lets out a deep breath and his hands go back to my hips. "Look at you fucking dripping on me pretty girl." He purrs making me blush.

I look down at his cock and bring a hand down to gently grab it then spit on it. I start stroking him with my saliva dripping down a vein and I feel myself getting wetter. He groans, his grip on my hips now tighter as I grind myself faster on him. "M-Miguel-"

"You're doing so good arañita." He murmurs as I stroke him faster letting out moans of my name.

I whimper and feel my thighs starting to hurt but I was also slowly feeling my orgasm coming in. "Asi nena- se siente tan rico-" he praises breathlessly. (Just like that baby girl- it feels so good-)

He lays his head back and I let out bundles of moans and whines on top of him. He bucks his thigh up making me whimper in pure pleasure. My eyes were glossy, my body was growing tired but I was so close and he was too I could tell by the way his cock was twitching in my hand. I lean forward closer to him to have somewhat easier access to jerking him off.

One of his hands lets go of my hip and cups my cheek as he leans in to kiss me roughly. It was the sloppiest kiss I've ever endured in my life but I didn't mind and I kissed him back with just as much of his neediness. He moved his thigh up and down making my tremble and moan against his lips. "No pares-" he mumbles against my lips and I slide my tongue in his mouth stroking him even faster. (Don't stop-)

I feel him groan in my mouth and I melt into his shoulder almost giving out. Both his hands were back on my hips pushing them back and forth as he saw I was slowing down a bit. How kind.

I pull away and l lean my forehead against his, breathing heavily, legs trembling. My orgasm quickly took over making me shake more and let out shaky moans. I stop moving trying to calm my rapid heartbeat as I felt Miguel's grip dropped from my hips and to hold my other hand. Our fingers intertwined and my hand still didn't stop but that's when I looked down at his cock in my hands and realized he was cumming so I slowed down, letting him ride his high.

He let out so many grunts and moans bucking his hips into my hand. His streaks of cum shot up to my hands, his stomach, and my thighs. I chuckle looking down at the mess he made and bite my lip.

It's only fair I get to taste him too.

I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick off his cum that landed on my hand. I hear him gasp when I swallowed and I look up at him with a smirk. "I needed to taste you too." I say and bite my lip.

He snickers and shakes his head. I then notice the slight tug of a smile forming. Jesus.

Oh god- why the fuck did that give me butterflies.... Why did he look so good.

I looked at him, eyes hazed, hair pulled back, he was sweaty but he looked fine. So fucking good.

I can't believe we did that- us.

He was still holding my hand and I feel myself blush. Fuck- well now what?

I let out a sigh and try to stand up but instantly felt the pain in my thighs. "Fuck-" I groan and sit back down on him.

"Come here I got you." He says softly and moves my left leg over.

I lay my head against his shoulder and I feel him slowly lifting me up. I wrap my arms behind his neck and nuzzle between his chest. I felt fucking exhausted. "You did so good arañita." He whispers and I fight back a smile.

He walked up off deeper into his office, probably taking us to his room considering he completely fucked up my suit and my whole pussy was on display. I pull away and point at him. "New suit-"

"Yeah yeah yeah- para mañana. I got it." He retorts and I laugh. (For tomorrow)

He placed me down on his bed and I yawn. My body felt so sore and I look down at my thighs. Still had his cum on me... I bite my lip and shake my head in disbelief. How did this happen?

He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and some sweats. I scoff and shake my head. "Those won't fit."

He rolls his eyes at me and throws them at me, I catch them before they can whack me in the face. "Rude." I mutter and start talking off the remains of my suit.

I grab the ends from my neck and pull it down my body. Thank god I decided to wear a bra today.

"Where the fuck is my-?" I start to say then look up at him mouth agape.

I look at his hand and sure enough there it is. My thong. "Give it-"

"Ask nicely."

"I literally just helped distract you from your shitty ass week- dámelo!!!" I demand and stand up somehow gaining the strength to walk over to him. (give it to me!!!)

His eyes gaze down at my bra and I roll my eyes. "Want the matching bra?" I tease and he smirks.

"Well it is only fair I get bo-"

"Estas loco- now give it!!!" I whine and reach for it but unfortunately he was faster than me and lifts it high above my head. (You're crazy-)

Why did he have to be built like a giant at desperate times like this....

"I have an idea-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Dámelo latoso." I say sternly and he scrunches his nose. (Give it to me annoying fuck)

"You're not convincing me very well..." he trails on and I shake my head.

"Fine." I say walking back to his bed and putting on the clothes he gave me.

I slip on the big sweatpants and groan. I pull on the drawstrings to the tightest it can go and tie it. "It looks like I have no ass-" I whine and roll my eyes.

I quickly slip on the shirt and take off my bra. I slip the straps off my arms through the arm holes and then take the bra off from under. I throw it at him and with ease he caught it.

"Maybe this'll be how we can calm your ass down...." I say and give him a wink before walking out of his room.

"You're the perfect distraction arañita." He calls out and I bite my lip.

I take a few steps and I was back in his office before I quickly ran out. I open the door, slip out then close it. I lean against the door and can't help the smile the appeared on my face. Wow.

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Just the two of us- Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie has a girlfriend. Hellfire hates her, Dustin is not sure yet. What happens when they take the teasing a little too far?

a/n: I made the boys a bit too mean in this one but anything for the plot I guess. I had a bad day so here's some angst.

TW: Bullying, the guys being mean. Angst :(

+ 18 MINORS DNI

Eddie and Y/N's relationship had been new for the both of them and the rest of group. It was hard adjusting. Suddenly there was a girl sitting with them. Suddenly there's someone watching Hellfire. The crowd of drunks now has a girl in them too. And they don't like the change.

It's not like Eddie was spending all of his time with her. He tried to balance it as much as he could. But of course he was so smitten with her he couldn't help but want to spend more time with the literal girl of his dreams.

Dustin... Dustin secretly liked her. She was sweet, he liked having a healthy relationship he could look up to when it came to his own girl and most importantly, Y/N had never judged them. And that was great in his books, but the pressure to dislike her was making him rethink the whole thing.

And now, of course it seems like the most awkward thing in the world. Eddie is late for lunch and everyone is in their usual seats. Only the table is completely silent and she is starting to overthink if she even belongs there. The teasing she could handle, the silence was cutting through her like a knife.

"So" she starts, looking up from her lunch. "Um Eddie is late."

"We can see that, thanks." Mike replies coldly.

"Tough crowd, okay." She whispers to herself.

She eats her lunch in silence, Dustin wants to smack Mike into oblivion until Gareth speaks, and all hell breaks.

"Why are you sitting here then?"

"Sorry?" She asks surprised. Sure Gareth hadn't been nice to her, but this was a little harsher than ususal.

"I asked why are you sitting here. Eddie is not here and the only reason you are welcome is because he is now dragging you by his side all the time. It's annoying."

"Gareth mayb-" Dustin can't even speak before Mike cuts him off.

"It really is, what did Eddie see in you anyway?" She starts to tear up then. No matter how tough you are, sometimes people just break when you have so many kids absolutely destroying you for no reason. "All you do is sit around all clingy, I'm surprised he has not broken up with you yet."

"What?"

"We're all waiting for the moment he realises you are not good enough and he stops waiting his time and our time on you." Jeff adds. "We don't have a DM anymore, we have a lovesick puppy who you somehow have tricked to like you. Good job, but it won't work with us."

"Guys you are being mean!" Dustin tries to stop them while she gathers all of her stuff in her bag. "She has done nothing to us."

"Can it, Dustin." Gareth says, "You aren't welcome here, grab your stuff and just go, do whatever you do when you aren't clinging to Eddie."

"You know what?" She starts, holding back tears. "Fine. I'll go break up with Eddie right now. See how you face him when you take one thing he actually enjoys and throw it down the drain because you are selfish little boys who deal with being bullied by bullying others. You are now at the same level as Carver. Congratulations boys, you've made it. I hope you are happy."

She's out of there before they can answer and Dustin is following behind her trying to stop what is going to be a huge fight for everyone involved. When he sees them talk, he knows it might be too late.

"Y/N wait don't! Don't break up with him please."

"What?"

"I'm sorry Eds, it's for the best. Maybe we're just not meant for each other. It's okay."

Dustin's heart breaks right then and there and so does Eddie's. She doesn't dare mention what happened because she wants him to at least have someone there. Eddie really does value his friends.

She is out there and heading home before either of them really take in what had just happened. Dustin doesn't really know what to say. But the guilt eats him alive when you don't show up in school for the rest of the week and cancels everything. He thinks he is going to explode, but even risking losing his friends, he knows he has to talk to him.

"Eddie can we talk?"

"Not right now."

"It's about Y/N"

That sparks Eddie's curiosity and his whole body language changes. He perks up but he just gets sadder.

"It wasn't for the best Eddie, it was because of them."

"Huh?"

"The guys..."

Eddie sees red. He sets up an emergency meeting and it's a bloodbath. He yells, he cries and he doesn't break anything only because it's school property and he doesn't have the money to pay for it. And after all is said and done. Eddie is fucking ready to climb outside her window.

The knocks startle her from her little pit of despair and ice cream. She knows it can only be Eddie and she doesn't know if she is ready to face him, but she does. Because after all, she'd do everything for him.

"I love you" He says as soon as she opens the window and he falls to his knees.

"Wha-"

"I'm in love with you and I couldn't care less about what they think of you. The only time I haven't felt like a failure outside of Hellfire is with you. And maybe I'm shit at expressing my emotions but everytime you hold my hand my heart just races and when I go to sleep I just want to wake up to see you again. Because for some reason you have decided I get to love you and I'm so, so in love with you."

"Eddie they're your friends-"

"And best believed I yelled at them. You are so nice to them, they had no right to be that mean to you. You make me happy and they should be happy about it."

"I'm not clingy?"

"Please I'd take you anywhere with me if I could."

"I'm not annoying'"

"If you are annoying, what would that make me?"

"My boyfriend, if you'll have me again."

"I'll be your boyfriend anyway you are. I don't care. And you are not annoying." He smiles and grabs her by the waist. "Now" He kisses her. "That's better. How about we put on a movie and forget about the world for a bit. We can deal with everything later."

"Just the two of us?"

"Until the end of the world, baby."

#i love him your honor #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson ff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem! reader

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jongbross · 4 months

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EXO members’ reaction on having a shy girlfriend around their (the idol’s) parents during family dinner 🤗

i think, fundamentally, all of them would try to reassure you somehow, like in their own way.

minseok: he would keep his hand attached to yours under the table, caressing your knuckles to make you feel less nervous. he would also ask his parents to go easy on you, as he knows how shy you can be.

junmyeon: whenever his parents aren't looking, he would lean in and whisper how well you're doing, besides giving you a kiss or two on your cheek. when you have to talk to his parents, answering questions or just being polite, junmyeon has the biggest smile on his face.

yixing: he lets his parents know that you're shy beforehand, so they won't pressure you in any type of way. he rarely presents a girlfriend to his parents, so when he does they know it's because that person means a lot to yixing - and the last thing he wants is for his parents to go all "are you the future mother of our grandchildren?" on you.

baekhyun: he tries to comfort you through physical touch as well, either is by resting a hand on your thigh or just being really, really close to you. he speaks about his mom with such love, i really think she might be a great person who can tell when someone's getting shy, so you can also count on her to make you feel better.

jongdae: his smiles are the only thing you need to know you're doing fine. like junmyeon, he would take his time to tell you to not worry, that his parents are loving you - which they truly were. he would also laugh a little bit harder at your jokes, just to make you win extra points with his parents.

chanyeol: i mean, have you seen him? have you seen his sister and mom? there's no way that family is making you feel uncomfortable. in fact, if chanyeol lets them know in advance that you're shy, his mom might even suggest you meet yoora first, and then her and his dad. but through it all, chanyeol has an arm around your shoulders and fingers brushing your arm.

kyungsoo: he can be quite shy himself, so he would ask his parents to please, just play it cool. he doesn't touch you or whatever, but he does give you little smiles from time to time. he also doesn't let his parents try any trick on you, which means that if any of them asks you something that might make you uncomfortable, he's more than ready to just say "mom/dad, don't". he respects your boundaries.

jongin: he tells you a million times that there's no reason for you to be that shy around his mom and sisters. having their approval over you means a lot to jongin, so he does everything he can to make you comfortable and talkative towards his family - he might even ask his mom to tell you embarrassing stories from his childhood, so you'll laugh and maybe loosen yourself a little bit.

sehun: similar to jongin, but their parents will tell you embarrassing stories about him on their own. he makes sure you're okay every minute, silently asking you if you wanna go home. he loves you to the point that, if you regret marking that dinner with his parents, he'll just excuse the two of you and mark it again in the future.

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starlight-bread-blog · 8 months

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Katara is More Patient Then We Give Her Credit for

Katara has been getting a lot of flak for supposedly being hot headed and getting angry at very minor things. Even those who love Katara seem to accept this as the truth. But it's not. In reality, Katara is simply a female character who owns her rage. And I feel like there are two main components that debunk this notion.

Warning: Long, long post.

1. In the instances where Katara is angry it's either justified or makes sense in context.

The Waterbending Scroll

Katara stole, wouldn't you know it, a waterbending scroll. She practices before giving it to Aang, and fails hard. Then Aang who she's supposed to be teaching, gets it right and explains how to do it. Katara has an outburst.

Katara: Will you please shut your air-hole! Believe it or not your infunite wisdom gets a little old sometimes. Why don't we just throw the scroll away since you're so naturally gifted!

Why is Katara that mad here? Why did she have an outburst? Because she was carrying the burden of being the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe her whole life. Because her waterbending is the reason Kya died. Because she have been independently studying waterbending her whole life. And now her student is having it all easy and is trying to teach her.

And wouldn't you know it, she realized what she did immediatly. Literally, a second later.

Katara: Oh my gosh Aang. I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. But you know what, it won't happen again. Here [the scroll] is yours. I don't wanna have anything to do with it anymore.

She even apologized to Momo. Katara had an isecurity rooted in trauma and pressure. When Aang try to teach her she hit a breaking point and lashed out. And not one second later she's already apologizing.

The Waterbending Master

Katara and Aang are going to see Pakku, the waterbending master. But when Pakku sees she's a girl, he says he won't teach her. This is why Katara gets angry. She flew across seas just to get rejected due Pakku is being a sexist freak. I think we can all agree that being denied something because of sexism is a good reason to get angry. And when Katara realized Pakku won't teach Aang if she'll keep insisting, she drops it abd tells Aang to drop it too.

However, that doesn't mean she won't study in secret. She deserved to learn waterbending and she knew it. She took the consequences into consideration and decided to not make a fuss.

But of course, they both get caught. Pakku says he will no longer teach Aang, the Avatar who absolutly needs to study and still refuses to teach Katara because he's still sexist. Only then Katara challenges him to a duel. Only when they have nothing to lose. She challenged a sexist prick to a duel, one who shamelessly denied her oppretunity because of her gender.

The Chase

At the start of the episode Katara gently hints Toph to help unpack a camp for the night. This is when she's not tired yet, and shows patience.

Katara: So Toph, usually when setting up camp, we try to divide up the work.

Toph: Hey, don't worry about me. I'm good to go.

Katara (still calmly): Well, actually, what I'm trying to say is, some of us might fetch water while someone else might set up the fire pit or put up the tent. *smiles* Even Momo does his fair share.

Toph (slightly irritated): Katara, I'm fine. I can carry my own weight. I don't need a fire. I've already collected my own food. And look. *earth bends a tent* My tent's all set up.

Katara: Well, that's great for you but we still need to finish-

Toph (loudly): I don't understand. What's the problem here??

Katara: Never mind.

Katara then goes to apologize. While also attempting to make sure her and Toph are on good terms by having her acknoledge that she wasn't 100 absolutly in the right.

Katara: Hey Toph, I wanted to apologize for earlier. I think we're all just a little tired and getting on each other's nerves.

Toph: Yeah, you do seem pretty tired.

Katara (slightly irrutated): I meant all of us.

Toph: Well, good night.

Katara: Good night.

By all means, Toph is in the wrong for the sheer refusal for communication. At first Katara calmly explained to her what was needed without even spelling it out. Toph was being passive, so she dropped it. And then she apologizes after doing nothing wrong just so they could be on good terms. Toph was the one being passive agressive. And Katara pretty much let it slide.

This is Katara. The patience she showed right here is her natural, normal self. The rest of the episode is under the context of sleep deprivation and how it's making them all hostile to each other. Including the pacifist Aang. Who's outburst leads Toph to leave. After she does, both Aang and Katara express remorse.

(Side note: I heard people take issue with the line "The stars sure are beautiful tonight, too bad you can't see them, Toph". It's been interpreted as Katara making fun of Toph for being blind, but it's just another instance in the recurring joke of the Gaang forgetting Toph is blind, and listed as such in the official A:TLA Youtube channel).

The Runaway

Update: This section, especially, is majorly outdated.

The episode has a silly opening where Aang is trained by Toph and Katara. Toph misses and accidently hits Katara with a big rock. After Toph doesn't apologize, it leads into a fight which is absolutly not to be taken seriously, that ends with Aang pointing out that it was supposed to be training.

It doesn't work as an exapmle for supposed hot-headedness because the reason this whole thing started because Toph hit Katara with a rock and refused to apologize.

But moving on to the real conflict of these episode, Toph scammed someone and Katara makes it clear that they shouldn't do it again, it'll draw attention to them. Aang promises her it won't happen again but.. um.. you know what happened.

Katara, being responsible, told them to quit because they'd potentially get exposed. Toph didn't reach well, telling her to lighten up. Katara rightfully gets angry, because they really might get exposed and Toph is dismissing her like her concerns are nothing. They have a short argument and Toph storms out.

This is why Katara was angry this episode. Her reasoning for being upset is the Gaang potentially exposing themselves for easy money. That's the conflict.

The Painted Lady

In this episode Katara sees a starving Fire Nation village but Sokka won't allow them to stay due to time limits. So she faked a disease for Appa so they could. Sokka confronts her. At first, she gives up and packs to leave. But since she destroyed the factory that's been polluting the villages water and taking their medicine, the people in charge assumed it was the civilians, and were coming to attack. Sokka and Katara get into a small but intense argument. Important to note, that she doesn't react intensively until Sokka does.

Katara: Well, what was I supposed to do?

Sokka: Leave! Do nothing.

Katara: No! I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me.

Her anger here doesn't highlight hot-headedness, it highlights compassion. Compassion is one of Katara's core traits. She's angry because she's being angrily demanded to see people suffer and stand by. And she will not tolerate it. She will never, ever turn her back on people who need her.

2. In reality, Katara is defined by her patience and compassion.

What I did here was listing off times where Katara did get angry. But Katara is generally a caring, kind person. Rather if it's cheering up Sokka, going shopping with him after he admitted to feeling useless; if it's pulling Aang out of the Avatar state, putting herself at risk when he's out of control; if it's helping deliver a baby of a stranger; or if it's freeing prisoners of the Fire Nation. She demonstrates impressive patience throughout the show.

The Deserter

In this episode Aang was asked to just control fire. Aang gets irrutated himself at this, but Katara assured him that it's probably for a good reaso. But when his master left, he firebent. He was being extremely careless with his new found Fire Bending and burned Katara's hands.

Did she...

A. splashed some water at him.

B. Yelled at him.

C. Ran away crying.

Yeah, she didn't express anger at all. Sokka was who's angry at Aang.

The Desert

The sand benders stole Appa and the Gaang is suck in a desert. Katara demonstrates her patience a lot this episode.

Toph and Aang are arguing about Toph not stopping them.

Aang: You just didn't care! You never liked Appa! You wanted him gone.

Katara: Aang, stop it. You know Toph did all she could. She saved our lives.

Sokka: Who's gonna save our lives now? We'll never make itout of here.

Aang: That's all any of you guys care about, yourselves. You don't care whether Appa is okay or not.

Katara: We're all concerned, but we can't afford to be fighting now.

Aang accused the Gaang of something horrible. Katara told him to stop, but still understood his anger and calmly explained to him that it's important not to fight in a life threatening situation.

Aang then storms out to look for Appa. Katara's response?

Katara: We'd better start walking. We're the only people who know about the solar eclipse. We have to get that information to Ba Sing Se.

She didn't get angry, she was rational and thought about the greater good.

After Aang comes back, Katara suggest they should try sleeping, gives the Gaang all of her bending water without drinking herself. And then finds a way to get to Ba Sing Se using the locations of star systems.

The Gaang spots a cloud and mistakes it for Appa. But Katara realizes the potential in a cloud. She tells Aang to fly and bend the water from the cloud so they could drink.

Katara (disappoibted): Wow, there's hardly any in here.

Aang (intensively): I'm sorry, okay? It's a desert cloud, I did all I could. What's anyone else doing? *Points at Katara* What are you doing?

After dealing with everyone's tireness, Sokka's high nonsense and Aang's attitude, carrying everyone, thinking of possible solutions to ensure they'd all survive, how did she react to Aang accusing her of not doing enough?

Katara: Trying to keep everyone together. Let's just get moving. We need to head this direction.

And after everything she did for everyone, she pulls Aang out of the Avatar state when he's raging, out of control.

Katara is not so hot headed.

She's sweet, nurturing and caring. She demonstrated incredible patience and perhaps even saved the Gang's life in The Desert with her resilience. Katara's compassion is her defining trait.

But that doesn't mean she's not a human being – she's allowed to be flawed, and in the moments where she does, she's very remorseful. And in the moments where she doesn't, people will still hold her accoutable for simply feeling a justified emotion.

Does it make you oh-so-hot headed to stand up to a sexist denying her opportunity? To make sure your friends don't destroy your chances to win a war? To not tolerate being told to see people in need and do nothing in a middle if an argument she didn't start? Of course it doesn't.

And other characters are allowed to express anger, to be flawed, in ways that are way worse than Katara without being labelled annoying hot headed by the fandom.

Katara is widly known to be irrational, letting her anger get the better of her, but it's simply not true.

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༊*·˚Goodnight n Go

✧.* Request- Anonymous

"could you write a smoke headcanon with princess!reader? a small detail is that she is Mileena and Kitana's younger sister. - it can be a scenario after the events of the game, or before, if you want."

✧.* Pair - Tomas Vrbada x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Love, hidden relationship, outworld not being accepting????

✧.* Extra - Smoke is so cute guys P.S I SET THIS AFTER THE SHANG TSUNG BATTLE BUT SINDEL IS STILL ALIVE BECAUSE I LOVE HER

✧.* Word Count - 708

: ̗̀➛ No one ever thought that an outworld princess and an earthrealmer would be able to fall in love. No one ever believed that an earthrealmer and an outworlder would even be together in general. At least, that's what people thought hundreds of years ago. Sadly, some people to this day have that belief. That's why Y/N's sisters, Mileena and Kitana, have to help Y/N keep her and Tomas's relationship a secret.

: ̗̀➛ Y/N and Tomas met after the events of Shang Tsung's attempt at tyranny. It was like love at first sight. Tomas couldn't believe he had an actual princess fall for him and Y/N couldn't believe she had an earthrealmer fall for her. A regular nobody outworlder sure, but an earthrealmer?

: ̗̀➛ Y/N made it clear to Tomas from the start that not everyone was going to be supportive of their relationship. People with a more 'conservative' like mindset believed that earthrealmers and outworlders should not be together. Sadly, Y/N's mother was one of those people with that mindset.

: ̗̀➛ Even though Tomas wanted to scream out to all of the realms that he was with a princess, he understood Y/N and promised to be careful. Y/N feels very remorseful over the fact that she has to hide the man she loves from almost everyone, but she sadly has no choice. From the beginning, both of her sisters warned her about the consequences of hiding such a relationship, "Be careful sister, while you won't experience such harsh punishment, betraying the trust of mother and every one of outworld will feel much worse."

: ̗̀➛ Tomas treats Y/N with his utmost respect not only because she is a princess, but because she's a confident woman who is extremely skilled in Kombat. No woman has ever captured his heart like she has. When they first started talking, he felt like he was dreaming.

: ̗̀➛ During the battle with Shang Tsung, Y/N had a stereotype that all earthrealm men were cocky, gross, and annoying (those stereotypes mostly came from Johnny), but when she met Tomas, part of her didn't want to believe he was an earthrealm man because of how respectful and patient he was. She was instantly hooked to his gentle aura.

: ̗̀➛ Tomas would do anything for his woman. He loves her and would do anything to make her happy and satisfied. Whenever he sees her down because of the pressure she feels from hiding their relationship, he makes sure to reassure her;

"Everything will be fine, my love. If it is me you are worried about, don't be. But if it is about how your duties as a princess will be affected, do not think too deeply about it. You have the most important people on our side. You have your sisters, and I have my brother." Tomas said to her while placing both of his hands on the sides of her face. Tomas wished he could take away her sadness, but he sadly couldn't.

Y/N looked at Tomas with a soft look and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking for confront from her lover. "Oh Tomas, I'm so sorry I have to hide you. Every day I feel myself being torn apart because of it. I want to show our love to outworld and show them that earthrealmers are not our enemies." Y/N felt guilty for hiding her love from her world, but she knew it wasn't her fault. She always hopes that one day, she can help change everyone's mindset and show them that it is okay to love. But if Y/N needed to start with someone, it would have to be her mother.

Tomas felt the same sorrow. Even though he was aware of the reasons he had to remain hidden, he frequently found it intolerable. Tomas placed a small kiss on Y/N's forehead, "One day we will express our love to everyone with no regrets, my love."

It was a pledge made by both lovers to stick together till the end of time. Nobody could ever really pull each other apart. The strongest diamond couldn't match the strength of their love. They will one day openly and fearlessly show their heartfelt love for one another.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

Hope this was good lol

#mk1 #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #smoke x reader

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delulu-with-wandanat · 8 months

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International Affair (Pt.3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Reader Description: Masculine style, They/He, AFAB, International Student, 20 Years Old. Sometimes will be describe using masculine terms (man, boy, handsome, etc)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader

Warnings 18+: Specified age gap (Wanda is 34), NFSW, Mommy kink, Submissive!Reader, Wanda receiving, Praise kink, PowerBottom!Wanda 🤭 (lmk if i miss smthn)

Summary: Wanda hires Y/n once again because her coffee machine needed fixing. On top of that, she finally gets what she wants. Y/n is more than happy to accommodate Wanda's needs.

Wanda hears her doorbell rings, she walks over to the person she's been waiting for all day. When she opens it, she was greeted with Y/n and that puppy looking grin of theirs. Christ, she really couldn't wait use them to her liking.

"Y/n! So glad you could make it."

"Of course, Mrs. Maximoff! Can't let down my favorite client." He joked, Wanda lets him in and leads him to her coffee machine.

"There's the machine. I can't figure out what's wrong with it, it seems like it's all clogged up. I use it from time to time, but my husband is the one who uses it the most." Lies, she knew what was wrong with it. It just needed a simple cleaning chemical. She was just using this as an excuse to be around them.

Y/n approached the machine and inspected it, it was the same machine he had back home. The machine was thankfully already turned on and he noticed the descale sign was on. When they pressed the brewing button, just as Wanda said, clogged up.

"I think this just needs a simple cleaning maintenance, Mrs. Maximoff. Where do you put your chemicals?" He turned to face her.

Wanda smirked slightly, slowly approaching them. Their breath hitched, suddenly Wanda got on her tiptoe to open the cabinet behind them just above their head. "It's right here darling." She handed him the cleaning chemicals.

"T-thank you." Fucking hell she was driving them crazy.

"You're welcome."

Y/n then started the cleaning procedure, he could feel her eyes on him. Wanda shamelessly watched as he does whatever the hell he needed. Leaning against the counter while crossing her arms. Y/n then runs the cleaning cycle and let it do it's thing.

"Now we just wait." They said with a smile.

"That we do." She then leaned a little closer. "I just wanted to say, thank you for helping me around the house." Her voice was slightly heavier and flirty. She rest her hand on top of their. "I really appreciate it."

"O-oh it's nothing, Mrs. Maximoff-"

"Please, call me Wanda." She gave him a flirty smile. Fuck.

"Of course, Wanda." God she loves the way her name sounds coming out from their mouth.

Tension between them was very thick, Y/n couldn't help but feel so attracted to the married woman. But he had to smack himself in the head, reminding himself that she already has someone. They pulled their hand and scratch the back of their neck.

"So how's your boys?" They tried to steer the atmosphere.

Wanda lets out a small laugh, "They're fine. The boys are having sleepovers with their friends." She leaned a little closer, "And I'm all by my lonesome." Her voice were very seductive, at this point even the oblivious Y/n noticed.

"W- won't uh" They cleared their throat, Wanda's smirk got wider. "Won't your husband be home?"

"Oh he's never home, always on a business trip."

Y/n's eyes soften at that. "That's a shame."

"It certainly is." She sighed. "I wish someone could keep me company."

"Maybe you could call up a friend?"

Wanda gave him a mischievous smile, while staring at intently. "I meant a different type of company, dear."

Y/n swallowed the lump on their throat. Before Wanda could continue, the machine beeped. Indicating the cleaning cycle was done. Y/n averted their gaze and focuses on the machine again. They did the next procedure of cleaning out all the excess chemicals. After a few minutes the machine was cleaned, water pressure was normal again, and it was ready for use.

"All done, Ma'am." They beamed at her, Wanda was slightly disappointed that it was faster than she had expected. "And free of charge, this was a simple cleaning job."

"Oh Y/n, I can't possibly do that."

"I insist, you've been a great help. I wouldn't be able to save up so much money and also get a job without you." Their eyes were genuine, another idea popped up in her head.

"Well, how about you teach me how to make a proper coffee? That way I can still pay you."

"Mrs. Maximoff I-"

"Y/n..." Wanda took a step closer to them. "I'm not taking no for an answer." They really don't know if it was the authoritative tone in her voice, or their mommy issues, but it was certainly turning them on.

"I- yes, Mrs. Maximoff." God she loves how quickly he falls at her feet, she can't help but think how submissive he gets when she finally has her ways. The thought itself was making the ache between her legs unbearable.

"And for the record, It's Wanda. You remember, don't you dear?" She stepped into their personal space, putting a gentle hand on their chin while tilting her head.

"Of course, Wanda."

"Good. Shall we?" She smirked at their nervous state and turned around to face the machine. She took the portafilter and filled it with coffee grounds. "My problem is mainly on tamping, could you help with that?"

Y/n snapped out of their trance, "Yes! Of course uh... So I'm guessing you're either tamping too hard or not enough?"

"Precisely." After evening the grounds, she took a tamper and looked back at him with a devilish smile. "Care to give me a hands-on demonstration?"

"Right." They stepped closer behind her, before they wrapped their hands to guide Wanda's. They asked for permission. "May I?"

"Please." Wanda had to control her breathing when she felt how close their bodies were, strong toned hands were wrapping themselves on hers.

"Your hand placement could be better." Y/n shifted her hand placement, "Like so, and now you just tamp." They swore they tried to keep their distance as much as possible, but in this position it was rather difficult. As when you pressed the tamper down you had to lean slightly with your body.

Wanda knew this of course, and she was enjoying it much more than she should. Y/n guided her hand, and when they both pressed down on the coffee ground. Their bodies were completely flushed, Wanda tried to hold back the sigh that was trying to get out of her throat.

She ultimately failed. Fuck at this point Wanda needed them now more than ever. Y/n heard the rather sexual sigh, they froze like a deer caught in a headlight. Are they tripping right now?

Well the cat's out of the bag, Wanda hastily dropped the portafilter on the counter and turned around to face him. Their face was inches from each other's and Y/n was too stunned to pull away.

"Let's not play dumb." Wanda put her hand on their chest and inched a little closer. "I have been wanting you for days, Y/n. I can't wait any longer."

Her voiced snapped him out of his dazed state, "I- Wanda..."

Wanda hummed, the tone in her voice filled with lust. "I love the way my name sounds when you say it." Their heart was pounding very fast, Wanda could feel it. "Why so nervous, darling?" She smirked, god that fucking smirk.

"W-we really shouldn't" He stammered.

"Why not?"

"You're married." Wanda rolled her eyes at that.

"He doesn't need to know. What's wrong with a little summer fun, hmmm?" She inched closer, her hand going up to their neck.

"Mrs. Maximoff I don't-"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Her authoritative voice came out again, it made them weak on the knee. Wanda noticed the effect it has on him, and smiled mischievously. "What's my name?"

"Wanda..." They breathe out.

"Good boy." Fuck oh fuck, Y/n thought. All moral compass thrown out the window. He was ready to follow her orders like a puppy. Seems like Wanda noticed this too. "You like being called that, don't you?"

They swallowed the lump in their throat, "Yes..."

"Are you going to be a good boy for mommy?" Yep that was it.

"Yes I will." Y/n wasn't the only mess here, Wanda herself was extremely aroused. The idea of being able to command them, and the fact that Y/n would follow it without a second thought was doing numbers on her.

This feeling of dominant was new to her, and she loved every second of it. She pulled him down and sealed their lips, Y/n’s heart practically exploded. Wanda was very rough, yet he didn't mind. Her hand flew up to wrap around their broad shoulders. While Y/n's held her by the waist.

Wanda's tongue asked for entrance, and Y/n granted it. Wanda moaned when she felt her tongue being sucked in, god she couldn't wait to feel those mouth elsewhere. When they broke the kiss, Wanda bit on his bottom lip which erupted a moan from him. She couldn't take it anymore, the searing ache between her legs was driving her crazy.

She grab their hand and guided it to go under her pants, "Don't be shy darling." This simple gesture made Y/n's head feel light. The act of caring yet authoritative was not something he expected to have such a huge effect on him.

When they felt the pool of arousal they couldn't help but moaned out the word, "Fuck..."

"You feel how much I need you, baby?" This whole thing was making their head spin, they only could nod in response. "Yeah?" Her voice dripping with arousal, its almost like she was taunting him. Kinda hot though. Wanda pulled him back into a sloppy kiss.

"Be a good boy and do what you gotta do." They didn't need to told twice, their fingers found her aching bud and rubbed slow circles on it. Wanda threw her head back and moaned out loud.

"Oh god-" Christ the sounds she was making was divine, Y/n could listen to this all day. "That's it baby, right there ah..." Wanda had to hold onto them for dear life.

You would think someone would not get so riled up from a simple circular motion, but don’t judge Wanda. Her husband was awfully terrible in bed, and she haven’t had any decent pleasure in years. On top of that, Y/n had been plaguing her mind for the past week.

She was sexually frustrated.

"Wanda hmpf-" Wanda didn't let him speak as she sealed their lips once again in an attempt to cover her moans.

"You're doing such a great job for mommy." The praises only made them more motivated to pleasure her. "Oh fuck- don't stop" Wanda moaned against their mouth and Y/n swallowed every single one of them. Their hand move at the perfect pace. Not fast, not slow either. Just steady.

Wanda was getting closer by each second, she hasn't felt this much pleasure in a long time. "God - I'm so close baby-" She manages to breathe out, her hand found it's way on to their hair and pulled on it.

"Fuck- Wanda..." She couldn't help but moaned out loud when she heard her name coming out of their mouth. The pull she had on him was rather painful yet arousing at the same time.

"D- Don't stop talking." She commaned.

"Yes, Wanda." Another loud moan erupted from her throat. Y/n leaned forward to whisper in her ear, nibbling her earlobe. "I will please you however you like. I'm ready to worship you, Wanda." Her other hand gripped his forearm that he was sure it was going to leave a mark.

"Oh! Baby I'm g-" She couldn't finished her sentence and hid her face on their shoulders.

"Shhh, I got you. Let go for me, Wanda." Finally she reached her peak, she covered her loud moans by biting their shoulders. Y/n hissed in pain, but again he did not mind. Wanda was too pre-occupied with her orgasm to notice. They help her ride it out until she calmed down.

When they pulled out their hand, it was a complete mess. Y/n took their finger up to their mouth and licked it clean while staring at Wanda intently. Once he was done, Wanda pulled them in to a kiss and shoved her tongue in. Savoring the taste of herself, she hummed in delight.

When they pulled back, they can't help but smiled lovingly at Wanda. "You're beautiful, Wanda."

Still tired from her orgasm, she gave him a weak smile. "You did wonderful, darling."

They noticed Wanda seemed rather weak on the knee, they pick her up and have her sit on the counter. Y/n's hand reach up to brush a strand of hair off face, he leaned in to put a soft kiss on her forehead. Wanda was slightly confused at the gesture and had to processed it for a second.

The younger one then moved away for a second. When he returned, he offered Wanda a glass of water, "Thirsty?"

Wanda couldn't help but laugh softly, "Thank you, Y/n." She grabbed the glass and hummed once her dry throat was hydrated. It was a rather new concept for her, aftercare. As her own husband never done it for her, it felt... nice.

"I may need another help with something." Wanda said, faint smirk creeping on her lips.

"What is it?"

"I need you to clean up the mess you make."

I cant write smut. Im shy af, this is the best i can do mkay 🥲🫶

Yea I know it’s not detailed cus i cant I CANT OK JEJDJJ AHHHH

#may lord forgive me for i have sinned #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x internationalstudent!reader #wanda maximommy #scarlet witch #wanda maximilf #wanda x gn!reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x male reader #mommy wanda #wanda x student!reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #International Affair #Wanda maximoff smut

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basilpaste · 2 months

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On Command!

(This fic contains depictions of panic attacks and also talks of death! please be safe.)

You can loop without dying. You can loop without touching a tear or dying. Why?

Better question: how?

You know you loop when you talk to the Head Housemaiden. You know you looped when Loop said something similar to her. Is it those words that trigger it?

Something is breaking. Something's failing, rotting. You sit in front of the statue of the Change God and think the words with force. Panic swells in your chest. You hate thinking about it! You thought you were free the first time you beat the King! That your friends would get to go and you'd be done with this whole thing. And then the Head Housemaiden started talking like that and it just!

You don't feel like looping. You just feel bad.

So if not that… what? What caused you to loop those times? Was it… emotions? You weren't stressed the first time you talked to the Head Housemaiden, though! But you still looped back anyway! You bite your lip — hard. Okay. Maybe you'll have time to think about this later. Because Sif just passed the statue and you have a schedule!

… You could ask Loop about it. You aren't sure Loop would appreciate that much. So. You won't! You'll figure it out on your own! It can't be that hard, can it?

You are in the House. In the secret library, thumbing uselessly through the same books you've already skimmed. There's nothing important here, not that you know of at least, but you still look vaguely at the pages. One of the books, shoved away and out of place, is on self help. A page catches your eye! Breathing exercises! Like Sif's! From all the time you've spent with him, now, you've found yourself doing them subconsciously. To keep yourself calm!

Hm.

You don't panic in front of your friends much, do you? Not genuinely, at least. You play up nervous embarrassment, lean into it when m'dame Odile teases you, but you don't ever actually panic. Not visibly, not in a way they can see.

What are you thinking? You'd already ruled out the strange loops being based on emotion because of the first time you talked to m'dame Head Housemaiden! Would it hurt to try, though? This loop is already a bust, after all. It'd be nice to not have to die.

… The tears have started to give you more nightmares than dreams.

It's not like it's hard to panic! In this situation you have a lot to panic about! You're pretty constantly stressed! You place the book back on the shelf and move on from the library, holding that thought in your mind. Panic… panic. You're trapped in a time loop. The end doesn't end it, the beginning never changes. You are the only one who remembers other than Loop. You have to watch your friends do the same things over and over and over again.

You keep moving on autopilot. You know this floor well enough to not make any dumb mistakes. Your head feels fuzzy, your chest feels tight! You're doing a good job at making yourself panic! If you never get out of this loop Mira will never realize how much she's grown. If you never get out of this loop Bonbon won't ever see their sister again. If you don't make it out m'dame will never really respect you and you'll never properly tell Sif how much they mean to you — not really. So you need to get out. But you're trapped. You can't escape.

There is static in your head, the back of your throat tastes sweet like sugar. You're trapped. Forever and ever in this world without change. There's no escape.

"… Isabeau?"

Mira. She's looking at you! Maybe you weren't being as subtle as you thought, huh?

You breathe deep. In and out. Staying calm under pressure is easy for you. You want to choke and scream and sob but you won't. You can't! You're the fighter! You're big and strong and reliable! What would happen if you weren't? If no one could trust you to be their rock!

"Sorry, Mira!" You rub the back of your neck, "I got lost in thought for a second there."

The static is gone. You're fine.

You stand in the room with the poem. You're not quite sure what made you come here! It's a dead end! Poetry isn't even something you're that big on! You like it, sure, especially love poems (which a Housemaiden in Jouvente once said were the lowest form of poetry. You exist to spite xem every day), but its not like you go out of your way to read any poems!

You're just… here.

That's all a lie.

You know why you came here. You have a theory. Not a strong theory, not a good one, but one you can test. The last time you tried to loop without a tear… you couldn't. You got close. You know for sure you got close but… you're missing something. You're at a dead end but no one else has realized it yet. If you coward out — you can use that as an excuse! Hah!

Panic. Okay. You're terrified of this! Of doing this! Because if it doesn't work the way you want it to you'll make everyone worry! And the idea of making people worry about you makes you want to curl up into a ball and scream! Because you're Isa! Emotional Isa, but never really scared! Only ever spooked!

You're stupid. It's what you convince others is true about yourself. You think… Mira knows it's not true. That's so scary it makes you kind of sick to think about, actually! You don't want anyone to see through you, to learn what a coward you are. Hiding everything about yourself.

Oh. Um. You're doing the breathing thing. Don't do that, Isabeau! It slows your heartrate down! Don't keep your cool! Don't don't don't! You have to do this — you at least have to try! You hold your breath. You know that doing that slows your heart but if you do it long enough when you breathe out it'll start racing! And you'll breathe quicker because you need to catch your breath.

People are talking but you aren't listening. You can't hear them, you're too focused on not breathing. On not being calm. Because oh Change are you not calm! You're so not calm!!

You can't hold your breath anymore.

Just like you knew it would, breathing out leaves you gasping for air. You can feel your pulse drumming in your ears and your breath coming out in short little bursts. It's not enough! It's not quick enough! They'll notice. You don't want them to notice you. You dig your nails into your palms, feeling them even through your gloves.

You've died. You've died a lot. It's really really scary to die and you don't think you've actually thought about it enough! The King killed you brutally twice before you figured out what you were supposed to do! You've gotten caught off guard by the strong sadnesses! Once you even managed to get crushed by the stupid crabbing rock!

There is a sickly sweet taste in your mouth and when you try to swallow you almost gag.

You're not strong! You're not strong, you're panicking like a little kid! Tears prick in the corners of your eyes and they sting.

If anyone notices they'll know that you're not what any of them expected. You're an overgrown child who can't protect anyone!

You can't protect anyone.

How could they ever trust you to protect them, to be strong enough to keep them safe, when you're acting like this!

They won't trust you.

You won't be able to protect them.

You can't breathe you can't breathe you can't—

There is a thread tugging at your chest.

The thread snaps.

#in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #isat spoilers #isat fanfic #in stars and time fanfic #isabeau isat #hes the only character who has a major role in this one so.#of stitches in sequence #basil writes #this one is 1.3k words! that makes it by far the longest of the tumblr fics for this au! cheers!#OH i didnt say this but this is isas equivalent of the dagger. loop is. nnnnnot happy about it.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Forget-Me-Not 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You watch the dirt pour onto the casket. The caretaker shovels down the earth in a final farewell to a woman without mourners. You fold your hands numbly, waiting patiently for him to finish. There is little emotion to the affair. You just want it done with.

You don't notice the approach until a shadow wavers over the plot. You look up and nearly blanch at the blonde across from you. Frigga's golden locks are silvering but still finely coifed. She wears black in a mockery of the event. You're not offended for your mother, she harboured no good will in this place. No, you bear umbrage only for yourself. That clan truly thinks you can so easily be bought.

"You have my condolences," she says softly, lowering her golden lashes as another heap of dirt thunks onto the lid.

"Your son already delivered them," you reply frigidly, crossing your arms.

"It must be strange to be home again," she remarks.

"This is not my home," you insist.

She tuts and dips her chin. Slowly, she walks around the open earth and stands shoulder-to-shoulder with you. She fixes her posture and tilts her face in your direction.

"Then it shouldn't demand a high price," she sniffs, "we made a generous offer."

"Leave," you say, "now."

"It is only facts. Your mother can't have left you much more than her tab down at The Horn," Frigga intones, "you can take the money and go. You'll never have to see Hammer Ford again."

You scoff and jut your chin out, turning your face away from her, "you really think you can buy anything. Anyone. No, I want you to by that pit of dirt from the bank. You can wait, for once in your life."

"Careful," she warns.

"Or what?"

"You think the city has lifted you above us? That anything's changed--"

"Tell me, Frigga," you turn on her, "what can you do to me now? Look away? Keep your mouth shut? Just like you did before. You and everyone else, huh? Keep me at the point of your pitchfork? I am changed, Frigga," you snarl, "because I don't give a fuck about you or your last name anymore."

She inhales and her cheeks pinch. She glances over at the caretaker, old Foster, and gestures to him. He stills the shovel and nods, walking away, your mother left half-buried.

"My son was right about you," she squares her chin as she turns to face you fully, "you are a stubborn bitch."

You cackle and look around the cemetery. What a show she puts on. It's amusing.

"He must have mommy issues, 'cause he seems to like it," you rebuff.

Her lip curls, "I resent that suggestion."

"It's only a fact," you mimic her words back to her.

"Ugh, you are a smart one. You never used to be so mouthy. As I have it, you didn't make much noise at all."

You wince and bite down. Your teeth ache with the pressure of your fury. You could throttle her but you won't give her the satisfaction.

"Thank you for coming," you grit out, "my mother would've spat in your face."

It's her turn to laugh. She sighs it out and flutters a gloved hand at you.

"Think about the offer a little longer," she trills, "you know better than anyone, the future can take us to the most unexpected places."

You stare her down. He spins without hesitation and struts off. She waves and Foster reappears with his shovel. You take a deep breath and let it out through your nose.

Oh, you'll think about it. You'll think of the perfect fuck you for the next time an Odinson comes your way.

🏚

After the funeral, you drive to the small bank with its marble columns and arched double doors. You climb the steps and enter, the only teller behind the counter looking up at you. She greets you with a shaky smile as you approach. You know her, she sat behind you in physics; Marska.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" She asks.

"Well," you shuffle around the folder in your hands, "I need to close my mother's account."

"Oh?"

"She's dead," you say plainly. She knows, everyone does. They're all just playing that stupid game of pretend. They pretend that nothing's ever wrong. "I have her statements and a death certificate."

You lay both documents out promptly and wait. She stands from her chair and swallows, "let me get the manager."

You roll your eyes and sigh. You remember when she whispered with Kati during lessons. She was no kinder than anyone else. She cut off some of your hair and got you detention for swearing at her.

She goes off to fetch her superior as you wait. You clear your throat in the dull silence. She returns, walking slightly behind the man in his burgundy suit. You know him too. Fourth-period English.

"Hello, miss, I understand you want to close your account," he stands at the window as the Marska snaps her gum and twirls her hair. You glance between them. Really, they're fucking. You don't think the rings on their fingers were exchanged between them.

"My mother's. I'd also like to sign the foreclosure on her propety."

"Foreclosure. You understand you won't get any money back?" He raises a brow.

"I do know," you say firmly, "I don't care."

He types on the old blocky keyboard, sliding over the certificate and statement. He taps and clicks and looks at you again. "The account is closed. How would you like the eleven dollars?"

"Cash," you shrug, "and the foreclosure?"

He doesn't say anything. He turns to get your money from the drawer. As he comes back to you, you take it.

"A foreclosure won't come close to what your mother owed us," he says, "I suggest you seek a buyer."

You huff.

"How much would it pay?"

"Maybe ten at most. She owes-- owed us ninety."

"Ninety," you breathe.

"Like I said, it's a small town, I heard there's some interested investors--"

"Oh shut up, Pete," you shove the bills into your purse, "you're the same little toady you always were."

You shake your head and sweep around, marching out without another word. Even in her grave, your mother continues to fuck you over.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #drabble #series #forget-me-not #au #backwoods au #mcu #marvel #thor

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sunsetkerr · 8 months

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TWINGED | s.kerr

summary: when sam twinges her calf at practice, you urge her to tell her coach, but she's not going down without a fight [965 words]

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: first angst piece!!!

"IT DOESN'T EVEN HURT that bad," sam winced as she hobbled into your car. as soon as you pulled up and saw sam practically limping over to the car, you were out and helping her over.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you asked, watching as she put on her seatbelt.

"i just twinged it, i just need a physio appointment and an ice bath," she shook her head. "i'll be fine for the next game," she told you.

"you won't be playing in the next game if you don't tell someone," you told her. she was first off the pitch after training, when she was usually last. trying to hide the fact that she had definitely done something to her calf. the fear of missing a game fuelled her determination to pretend she was fine, until she was out of everyone’s line of sight.

she knew she could let down her façade in front of you, but that you would be letting her have a piece of your mind.

“i can’t fucking miss a game, y/n” sam snapped, a hand on her head. you were taken aback by her tone. you stood still for a moment, before closing her door and going around to the driver’s side.

you drove back to the hotel in silence. the brisbane cbd was buzzing on the thursday afternoon, late-night shopping just beginning. it filled the car with some noise, other than your anger.

entering sam’s hotel room, you put your bag down on the bed, sitting down with your phone. sam mumbled something about going down to the pool before leaving. you shook your head at her, a scoff leaving your lips. “ridiculous,” you sighed.

you knew how much pressure she had on her shoulders. captain of the australian team, during a world cup on home soil. she wanted this more than anything. but you also knew how much she would regret playing if she damaged her calf more.

you shook your head before doing something you knew that sam wouldn’t want you to do. you walked down the hall and knocked on the front door to the room, macca opened it shortly after.

“hey chicky babe,” she smiled, “what’s up?”

“i need to talk to you,” you sighed.

her smile quickly fell. “why, what’s happened?” she asked, “are you okay?”.

“it’s sam,” you said. she quickly stepped to the side and made room for you to enter the hotel room. she sat you down on the couch and turned to face you.

“what’s she done?” macca loved sam, with her whole heart and soul. but she knew that sometimes she had a tendency to be irrational or make rash decisions- and that wasn’t just applicable to the football pitch.

“her calf,”

that wasn’t what mackenzie was expecting to hear.

“you’re fucking joking,” she whispered, her face deadpan. her skipper was the glue of the tilly, on and off the field. she knew the team would struggle without her and not just emotionally.

“she hobbled out to my car after prac,” you swallowed, “and lost it at me when i said she shouldn’t play”.

mackenzie scoffed. “of course she shouldn’t play, she’s such an idiot sometimes,” she shook her head in disappointment. “where is she now?” macca licked her lip in thought.

“the pool,”

“i’ll go talk to her,”

you sat up as mackenzie stood up to leave. “no, don’t. she’ll be upset i talked to you,” you said.

she raised her eyebrows, shooting you a look. “if she gets upset because you care about her, she really is stupid” she chuckled.

you and macca went your separate ways. you headed back to yours and sam’s hotel room, hoping her friend might be able to talk some sense into her. you knew it would be better coming from macca anyway, she was an athlete. you would never understand the pressure she faced daily to the same extent that macca could.

you just wanted sam to be okay.

around an hour and half later, sam came back into the room and sat down on the bed next to you. she tried to hide her wince as she sat, but you noticed to no avail.

“you okay?” you couldn’t help but ask. sam didn’t respond, only rested her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. you didn’t move over to her until you realised she was crying. she let out a sob before taking a breath and breaking down.

“sammy,” you frowned, pulling her back into your arms. she rested her head on your chest, soaking your t-shirt with her tears. “i’m so sorry,” you shook your head, “everything’s gonna be okay. i promise”

“i told tony,” she cried, you felt her shake with each sob. “i’m out,” she looked up at you. it broke your fucking heart. to see someone you love so defeated and broken. “i’m out for at least two games,” she shook her head. you tried your best to wipe the tears falling from her eyes, but they just kept coming. “i’ve fucked it, y/n” she said, “i’m done”.

“sam,” you shook your head, “not once in your entire career have i ever seen you done,” you chuckled, tears now welling up in your eyes. “you’re gonna be okay. you’re gonna captain your team, get them two wins and then get back on that pitch for another,” you told her. “you’re sam kerr,” you smiled, “in no world are you ‘done’.”

“i’m so sorry i spoke to you like that,” she shook her head, wiping her tears. “i’m so sorry baby”.

“it’s okay,” you smiled, “i just want you to be okay.”

sam rested her head back on your chest, nestling herself in your embrace. “i love you,” she whispered.

“i love you more.”

#one shots . * • .#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr one shot #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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Hi! Is it ok if I request the arcane women (any you want) with a fem s/o with anxiety? How would they comfort her and support her?

If u don’t wanna write this, feel free to ignore my request. Thank you! Love your work 💓

Arcane women with a S/O who has anxiety

VI is, at first, not the best at picking up the initial signs of your anxiousness. If she sees you fidgeting or bouncing your leg, she'll only think you're being impatient or having difficulty staying put for a while. It's not until an incident occurs where she gets badly hurt that she realizes just how much you worry about her every time she goes out. You cry as you bandage her up, shakily asking her what were you supposed to do if she never comes back one day and telling her how much it scares you. From that day onward, Vi makes an effort to let you know her schedule, and when she plans to come back home, and overall just tries to show you that she's there for you whenever you need her.

Hey hey, look at me, baby. It's okay, no need to cry. I'm fine, see? So don't be sad, I wasn't hurt that bad, just a couple of bruises, is all. Why are you so upset? Really? Oh babe, I am so sorry, I had no idea you worried this much. I promise from now on I'll be more careful and I'll always come back home to you okay? Good, now tell me what else has been bothering you, does this happen often? I'm here for you if you ever need anything, you can confide in me, baby.

CAITLYN is extremely observant and has a very calming presence. Whenever she notices your anxiety flare up, she makes sure to take hold of your hand and, if you aren't home, asks you if you wish to leave. She'd be more than happy to set up and pay for a therapist if you wished to go to one. She is ready to do absolutely anything to help you, as long as you're comfortable. She is very insistent on talking things out with you because she wants to learn what makes you feel safe and what doesn't. Betters her communication with you so that you worry less and confide in her more.

It's okay darling, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just hate seeing you so anxious and hurt all the time. If you wish, I could arrange a consultation appointment with a therapist? I'll go with you if that'll make it easier and maybe they'll help me understand better so that I can then help you! But there's no pressure, my love, take as much time as you need to think about it. In the meantime, you can always count on me to be there for you, you just have to talk to me, alright? Good girl, come here and let me hold you for a bit.

JINX only wants to see you with a smile on your face and having the time of your life, so she'll do anything she can to help you. One thing she discovered that helps is when you vent out your worries about the future; the what-ifs and all the scenarios that might go wrong. She listens to you closely and reassures you why that won't happen. Girlie will make charts and hold a whole presentation just to beat your anxieties. She is a very intelligent and logical person so she presents her case well and you have no other option than to trust your sweet girlfriend.

Okay, toots, tell me what's bothering you and I'll tell you why that pretty brain of yours is wrong! I have all the credentials I need to make my case and I passed all the requirements! What were the requirements? Uhh, being your girlfriend? And I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who fills that place out so c'mon tell me what's got you so fidgety. I know you think it seems silly but I know better than anyone not to judge you for the silly things your brain is trying to make you believe. You're always there for me trinket, let me do the same for you.

SEVIKA understands these feelings as she is someone who carries a lot of responsibilities and burdens on her shoulders. But because of her reputation and the threatening image she needs to maintain, she learned early how to bottle these emotions up and deal with them with the help of unhealthy habits (such as smoking and drinking). She doesn't want the same thing to happen to you. In her eyes, you still hold onto the innocence and good in your heart so she will help you as much as she can. She learns how to comfort you through words and uses her fondness for physical touch to reassure you that she's always by your side. Despite the rough and tough image she shows to everyone, Sevika has a huge soft spot for you and will treat you with nothing short of respect and kindness.

Okay babygirl, tell me what's wrong? Nuh-uh, don't even try pretending that nothing is wrong, I can feel your nervousness from all the way over here. Come, sit next to me, you don't have to tell me what's going on if you don't want to but let me just hold you for a bit. Just to calm you down a little. There, doesn't that feel better? You're safe here with me, I'll never let anything hurt you. I love you so much babygirl, never forget that.

MEL is another person who experiences her fair share of doubts and anxieties but cannot show them due to her position. That's why she swears she'll make sure your experience is different. She is aware that you may not feel comfortable completely entrusting yourself to her so she, like Caitlyn, will offer to arrange a therapy appointment for you. Because of her work, Mel is often absent and cannot spend nearly as much time by your side as she wishes. Instead, she always tries to communicate with you through letters and little gifts. You are also permitted to visit her office whenever you wish. There's a special corner of her office designed just for you and your comfort so that you can keep her company when both of you are busy but crave each other's presence.

Ah hello, my love. It's wonderful to see you. No, no, you could never bother me, don't you worry. Is something wrong? Ah, you just missed me, are you sure that's all? If there's something wrong, you know you can always tell me, right? Okay, good, well since you made the effort to come all the way over here, why don't you stay for a bit? Marvelous, go and sit down darling, I'll have someone bring us some coffee and I'll be right there with you. I love you too, I'm glad you came to seek me out.

a/n: i might make a post with the same prompt but with male characters, if that's okay with anon ofc :)

#arcane #arcane headcanons #arcane x reader #requests are open #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn x reader #arcane mel #mel medarda x reader #arcane vi #vi x reader #arcane x female reader

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nvoirs · 2 months

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Hello lipgloss, I'm sorry this took so long it was put of for a while :/ I really do appreciate you taking time to send in stuff because I don't think I'm going to get a lot of Ada asks but it's alright.

Anyways, I wrote a little drabble about that incident you asked about 🤭

Pairing: Stepmom!ada x female reader.

Disclaimers: stepcest, cussing, fingering.

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She's pretty. She's got the type of figure to die for. She's charming and has the persona of an angel according to your dad. Ada was in fact exactly what your dad described her, like the brightest star that shone in the dim sky.

She had moved in months ago, your life felt more vibrant. She filled the gap your mother left all those years ago, her motherly instincts kicking in when she knew something was wrong. But she also felt like a friend. Ada was rather young, a lot younger than your dad she was only about five years older than you. So it felt quite comforting to have someone close to your age in the house to chat to.

But that all changed one evening. Your dad was working a late shift, he had left a sticky note reminding you Ada was still home if you needed anything. He still uses sticky notes instead of just texting you, you really needed to teach him how to use messages.

You wouldn't realise you'd have seen your stepmom naked, dripping wet from the shower. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” You ducked your head down and quickly scurried from the bathroom. You didn't hear anything from Ada but you also couldn't see the grin spread across her face.

Later that night, you couldn't stop thinking about how you had walked in on her. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, she had great breasts and they sat just right perky nipples erected. And that's all you could capture before you were fleeing from the bathroom.

A knock sounded at your door, and you jumped from the noise. “Can I come in.” You heard Ada's mellow voice on the other end of the door.

Smoothing your hair down you cleared your thoughts before replying “sure, come on in.” She opened the door before shutting it behind her. “Hi.” She said approaching your bed and sitting down beside you.

“Hey” you nodded biting your lip, had you really just ruined your relationship with a woman who could possibly become your mother figure by seeing her naked?

Before she could speak you interrupted. “I'm so sorry about earlier, I had no idea y-”

“Its fine. It was my fault for not locking the door please don't blame yourself and besides we're both girls.” She winked at you.

That was odd, Ada felt a little of tonight. You didn't really want to think about it but she felt flirty. “So you got a boyfriend?” Alarmed by her question you just went along with her. "I do, but we're probably going to break up things haven't been going so well."

“I see.. would you like me to make it up to you?” Confused by her offer you denied her request. “It's ok Ada, I really don't need anything.”

“I insist It won't take up your whole night.” You caved in at that point “sure then I guess” Still confused you watched her slide of her silk dressing robe. You gasped as she was yet again completely naked. “Ada what are y-” She cut you off. “I saw the way you looked at me in the bathroom, I can make you feel a lot better then your small dick of a boyfriend.” She chuckled crawling over to you. “But my dad-”

“He doesn't need to know sweetheart”

“So can I help you out? Pretty.”

“Please.” You barely whispered, feeling your panties drooling arousal beginning to soil your underwear. “I can help you. She licked the tip of your ear, before giving it a playful tug.

She pulled down your sleeping shorts, pressing her palm against your clothed pussy. Earning a yelp from you as the pressure quickly brought a clouded sense of pleasure to your sleepy brain. Pushing your t-shirt up so your breasts we're exposed to the cool air, she played with one nipple rolling and tugging between her slender fingers before slapping the air. You whimpered, cunt beginning to ache, ache for her fingers to stretch you out.

It had been so long since you had someone penetrate you, weeks since you and your boyfriend had had sex that you were so desperate you were allowing your sexy stepmom to help you out. She yanked your underwear of completely leaving your bottom half exposed. Her eyes we're set on your glistening cunt.

“This all for me pretty? ” you nodded unable to form a coherent sentence your pussy aching to be relieved. Her crimson lips turned up into a smile. “How cute.”

A blush seared across your cheeks as she slid one slender finger into your opening. A stinging pain from being stretched after a while hurt and you hissed in pain, your fingernails digging into your palms. “Look at me.” Ada steered your face towards her own with one manicured hand. “it's ok your going to be ok, sweetheart.”

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THE SUN AND THE MOON.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Reader

SHE/HER READER!

PLOT: You are the moon parallel to the sun. Parallel to Neteyam, you cannot help but to want more of the brightness he gives.

NOTE: not proofread again lololol, i just have so many poems for him so i'll turn them to oneshots instead, this was kinda rushed and i'm half asleep

NETEYAM IS A STAR, the brightest star that you could ever see. The sun to the solar system, your sun in your life. He's the bravest, you notice. When the humans try to take what's not rightfully theirs, he shows his pride in being a Na'vi. He shows it by being brave in battle, flying his ikran along his brother, and father. Neteyam is strong, his skills are well learned and put to the best use there is for the clan.

You walk through a certain pathway to see the hunters train for the next time they go out and you see him. See his hands hold tightly around the bow as his eyes focus intently on the target. You thought, you could never do that. You could never be like him.

You could never be with him.

You talk to the warrior sometimes, when he visits your hut to rest, and heal.

"______, I'm sorry I keep coming. I can not find ways to stop me bleeding without it even bleeding more." He enters, holding his shoulder with pressure. You quickly stand up and inspect the wound, it was deep. "Today was too rough on you." He looks at you as he sits down on the mat, "Nothing is too rough for me."

Your peers notice your adoration for the oldest Sully son. They ask,

"Why don't you tell him? It's not hard to try." But it is, they don't see the way you see him, that he's too high and your wings are too small to fly. When he's near, your mouth turned lock, as you nod instead to speak. Because Neteyam is scary, you fear that when you go too close to him. You will melt, you will give your whole to him.

You know he won't do the same.

When you see some other girl with him under the alluring trees at night. You didn't mean to stare, but when it's him, who doesn't stop to look? His hands weren't holding tightly on his bow but he was holding hers, gently. His gaze wasn't intent but soft and you dared to be selfish, rip him from her, and reason he was yours.

He was never to begin with.

So you try, on a sunny day. Neteyam is with his family, sharing his stories about his journey a while ago, sitting around in a circle. He glances to the side surprised when he sees your form bending over. Trying to catch your breath after running to him when he's free. Free from the chains the Olo'eyktan's son has to accomplish. "Neteyam, I need to talk to you." Jake looks at him and approves, and he bids his sibling goodbye.

You walk with him to the cliff side of the forest, a spacious view of the trees and greenery below. "Is there something wrong, _____? Was it the herbal tea? I will go find the other ingredient, I promise." Neteyam is kind. He acknowledges the generosity the people give him, and he is eager to give it back. "No, it's fine. It's about—" You hesitate, reminding yourself that this it the line where all the memories you've made with him and continuation of it will be gone, erased. His eyes are waiting and you don't want to waste his time.

"I like you." You say as his face morphs to surprise, "I like you so much it hurts."

Neteyam is nice, that he helps even the people shy and awkward to him. He comforts them that all is fine when good and all is under control when chaos is nearing. So he is nice to you.

"I am sorry, _____. We are not close, You are a good friend. Yes? A great healer but I can not like someone I do not know." Your eyes burned tears, he panics as he shifts uncomfortably at his feet. "If you would have talked more to me? Maybe, came closer?" You want to spit venom but even in this situation, you find him divine with the light shining at his face. Illuminating his eyes that make you forget what happened for a moment.

"I couldn't go near you."

"Why?" He asks, and you answer.

I yearn to be near you, to connect eachother until the ache in my heart goes away. But I am mortal, I can be pushed off my feet and be swept away along the wind. You are more, someone that gives me a fraction of a second to not feel like one. To feel belonged, with you.

So I stay far away from the sunlight rays and from your familiar face. I'll make myself content to the little attention I get and I'll train my heart to be strong when it's trying to beat only to you.

I'll be the only one that chooses you over the bright moon,

My sun.

But you give him the version that is kind to your heart instead,

"You burn when you're too close to the sun."

______ is brave, brave to tell the hero, she has fallen and _____ is strong to always face him without messing up her composture. _____ is scary because her feelings are too big for her heart, that she fears it will break but _____ is kind to let water stream down her face as how the rain drops on the leaves, she is kind to set the longing feeling gone, free.

_____ is as mighty as Neteyam and even though they can never be together. They will parallel against eachother.

The sun and the moon.

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ifearimaybeanamericanidiot · 3 months

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this might be a little confusing

But could u do a chris smut where his gf is always preaching that she’s the dom in their relationship (she calls the shots, she’s stronger, her way, etc.) but it’s only cus he lets her n she just pushes the jokes too far so he just shows her he’s really in charge

Yes absolutely 🤭

Chris x reader

TW: smut 🤭, uhhh language, a wee bit of humiliation cause of pride/ego 🫶

Nick and I sit in the back seat of the car. Chris is in the passenger seat, and Matt is driving like always. We're making jokes and playing around, just generally having a good time. Everything is fine. Well, everything was fine.

"Chris give me that!" I say and grab his drink from him. I take several sips.

"No." He whined, drawing out the word. I take one last big gulp before giving it back to him. He was in a sour mood for the remainder of the car ride.

"Goddamn, you two dumb fucks. Now I have to piece together a video." Nick says. I feel bad for making editing harder on him. I can tell Matt is stressed from the way he grips the steering wheel. The ride home is silent.

By the time we get home, Chris has calmed down a good bit. Matt seems to be less anxious about the whole situation, Nick is still annoyed about more editing on his part though. I can't really blame him.

"Sorry Nick. I didn't mean to make editing harder for you." I say, looking down. He sighs.

"I'm not mad. I'm just tired and I know I won't get to sleep until later because of the extra editing." I nod understandingly.

"I'm still sorry." He nods and pushes my shoulder. His way of saying forget it. We get back to the house. Nick heads up to his room to edit in peace.

"I'm going to my room, probably for the night. I don't know." Matt says. He's obviously still anxious from the drive, stressed from me and Chris and Nick. I give him a quick hug.

"Don't feel pressured to come out, okay?" He nods before heading to his room. Now it's just me and Chris.

"You can apologize to everyone else?" Chris huffs.

"What?"

"You took my drink and drank the rest of it. Yet you can apologize to everyone else. Everyone but me." I get the feeling he's upset about more than just the drink. I've spent the whole day egging him on, teasing him, bossing him around. He hasn't said anything about it though.

"Well I'm sorry." He groans.

"It doesn't count now. You're only saying it because I complained."

"No, Chris. I am sorry." He doesn't say anything. I don't have anything else to add. We stand in silence for a few minutes. I pull my phone from my pocket to go on TikTok for a bit.

I unlock my phone, Chris snatches it. "Hey!" I raise my voice slightly. "Give it back. Right now." I hold my hand out.

"No. I'm tired of you bossing me around. You act like you're so bad and tough, but you aren't. You only tell me what to do because I allow it." I jump and try to grab my phone, but it's just out of my reach. His finger is scarily close to a couple apps I would die if he found. I need my phone back.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Just give it back."

"Beg for it." His face is dead serious, not an ounce of amusement.

"What? No. I'm not going to beg." I cross my arms. He steps closer, I take a step back. We do this dance until my back hits the edge of the counter. Shit. He slides my phone into the cabinet above me, far out of my reach.

"If you want it back, you're going to beg me for it."

"I'm not going to beg!" He lifts me onto the counter. His body is pressed between my thighs. I try to push him away, but in one quick movement, he has both of my hands caught in one of his.

"I let you think you're stronger than me. I let you win arguments. I'm fucking tired of it." His other hand is on the small of my back, dragging me closer. "Fucking beg."

I squirm round, but can't break free. Between the proximity and the squirming, I can feel something warm and hard pressed against my thigh.

"Come on baby. I know you're hard. Let me take care of you. You can just sit there and be good, and I'll-" He cuts me off.

"Beg for my fucking cock." This is new. "Be a good little play thing, and beg for me. You've made me beg, it's payback time." I started at him. He leans in, as though going for a kiss. He pauses right before he gets to my lips. "Beg for me to kiss you. To touch you. For anything. Or I'll leave your phone up there, and you, soaking wet, on the counter."

"P-please Chris. Kiss me. I need you." I feel pathetic and my face is burning. He groans and leans in, closing the gap. The kiss is intense and satisfying.

"Good play thing." I feel myself throb. "I'm going to have my head buried between those pretty thighs, and then when you're soft and shaky from your orgasm, I'm going to fuck you on the counter." He looks at me, expecting, waiting. I gulp.

"Please Chris. Please do what you want. Please, please, I need it. Please." Tears have welled up in my eyes from the sheer embarrassment I feel. He tips his head back and moans softly, his free hand gripping his dick through his pants.

He pulls me closer to the edge and flips my skirt up. He pulls my underwear off after teasing me for a moment. "Fuck, do it again. Beg for me again."

"Please Chris. Please I need your mouth on me so bad. Please." He gives in. My hands are free now, so I lace them into his hair, just to have something to hold. It doesn't take long, him working his tongue and his fingers deep inside me. It's probably 15 minutes and then I'm cumming all over his face. He groans against me, sending shocks of 'too much, so good' through my body.

He pulls away, laying his head on my thigh and panting. After a minute, he stands up fully and flips me over. I can feel the head of his cock line up with me. He teases a few times before finally sinking into me.

His hands come up to lace around my tits, playing with and kneading them. He's fucking into me hard and I'm already feeling the overstimulation kick in. My legs start to shake, as do my arms. My arms give out, instead I lay my head on them.

"Fuck ma. You feel so good, my perfect fucking fit. We're fucking made for my cock. Shit, I love you." He pulls my body into his, pressing my back against his chest. "Brace your legs on the counter, baby."

He lends some help, and it completely changes the angle. He's pounding my walls and I'm struggling to stay relatively quiet.

"Fuck ma." He holds one tit in his hand, toying with it, his other hand toying with my clit. "Gonna cum soon. Gonna fill you up." He fucks faster into me. I'm reaching my own high, but he finds his first. As he's finishing, I find the end of my rope, my walls squeezing around him, milking him for all his worth.

"Fuck. Chris- fuck." I grip his arms until my orgasm finishes out.

"I love you." He pulls me into his arms. "Let's go take a shower, pretty." He grabs my phone from the cabinet and carries me down to his room.

"I love you more." I nuzzle against his neck.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets

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